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99 The Assassination of Dark Poetry

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by Anthony Brooks

kill the future of this tiring land

  It was not of evil that rid their energy

  If was you.....me.....us.....that failed priest to hold her

  Try to sleep with peace even though the burden in on YOUR shoulders

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  Victims Peace

 

 

  Start the fire he will be amongst us any second

  The monk shouted to his disciple

  As the young man was trying to start the fire

  A blow came about his head stunned he fell over

  The last thing he saw was a dark hooded being

  The axe of the being was headed for the young man’s head

  During the downfall of the axe that was surely to kill the young man

  His life began playing back to him in slow motion

  He would see all the ones he loved throughout his time

  His father would make appearances as if he was living his days out again

  The same mistakes were made, the same choices were made

  The bad times, the good times, his heart pounded with excitement

  His soul was lifted as he could relive every moment he chose

  He would be content to realize that the decisions he made would be wise

  None of them he would change, as it shaped him

  It shaped his heart, and mind

  As he awoke from this reliving of his life

  The cold steel blade entered his neck

  He felt it pierce his skin open, then his veins

  Through the spine and out his back of the neck

  He was dead......

  As his head rolled on the floor it stopped by the same fireplace

  The same fireplace that he gave life to

  In turn one life stopped, another started

  As the light was shimmering upon his reflection

  The dark hooded individual limped over to see his kill

  Instead of fear in the young man’s eyes and a look of horror

  There was a place of peace and a smile across his face

  As he knew he had lived his life to the most

  Enraged the dark hooded man could not understand why

  Disgusted he used the same blade that instilled wisdom and eternal rest on his

  victim

  And turned it on his wrists.....

  Blood spilled out and onto the stony cave

  As the killers eyes were shutting down his heart skipped a beat

  He saw his victims smile turn upside down as tears strolled down his cheek

  That was the last the murderer saw of his victim who was no longer at peace

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  killers Remorse

 

 

  Forgive me father for I have sinned

  He whispered efficiently into the priest’s ear

  I killed a man today but it was his fault

  He looked at me wrong therefore I needed to

  I tore his heart out with his own hand

  I saw him starring vaguely in my direction

  I could not help myself but stare back with fury

  My uncontrollable demon inside of me did it

  I must convict myself before justice takes me

  The balance of the universe shifted when my hand entered his chest

  His lonely black heart lay beating in my soft gentle hand

  As it stopped beating I looked into his eyes

  They went lifeless and hazed over with relief

  He wanted me to kill him priest

  He asked me when he looked at me

  The glance provoked his wish to come true

  I did him a favor as I am a saint working for you

  The man I killed was the devil

  The man I slaughtered with a grin was the man who killed hope

  The balance of the universe has shifted

  The balance of the universe has been lifted

  As I lifted his beating heart......so I did to the universe

  I saved the universe priest....I saved you

  Now I must die as a result

 

 

 

  The Harmony of Peace

 

 

  Peacefulness results in tranquility

  I am the one to stop the notion of being relaxed

  Without me Peace cannot be

  With me peace lives and I peruse with tact

  Do not wake the sleeping giant

  For once peace has been established I will live

  My rise from the crypt will be with fury

  Agonizing results to allow peace to be in thought

  I wait in patience for the call of peace

  I wait for I will live and induce harmony

  Scattered amongst your minds

  As if a jigsaw were being shaped

  I will cut you open and show your peace

  I will chaotically place my tumors amongst the carcass of peace

  For it WILL die........

  My name will become infamous

  For my old of Lucifer is wearing thin

  Death will finally get peace

  For I get them all

  Peace cannot run but for once it will fall

  Like all great dictators and strategists do fail

  Eventually peace will be too much and cave into hell

  I will be there to sweep the remains into my soul

  For I live, breath, and eat for peace

  For I WILL become peace and when I do

  Chaos and turmoil will unfold.....

  All from my glance

  The same glance that sees through

  All from my hand

  The same hand that will feed you

  Peaces time is up

  I will wait with patience to strike

  Unless you feel you can stop the one

  If so......

  Come get me.....my son

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  Heavens Election Day

 

 

  He woke unto the morning sun

  His halo cracked from sleeping wrong

  For todays the day elections take place

  Today’s the day for the saving grace

 

  He promised all that vote for him

  To do what the current cant for them

  The promise was to regain the throne

  And destroy the devil so they could roam

 

  Democracy still rules the gates

  Every 1000 years a new challenger debates

  As the ruler of the current prepares

  To combat the challenger for the coming years

 

  “I promise all that vote for me

  To banish the bad unlike the hero you see”

  These were his words to gain the votes

  As all the angels gathered to hear the quotes

 

  The current ruler stated this

  “We need evil to balance” as there was a hiss <
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  All the Angels heard this bliss

  As the current ruler let his tongue slip

 

  The challenger out of fury replied

  “I think we have an imposter I tell you he lies”

  Heavens population did not believe

  As they thought it was a trick by the new one to deceive

 

  The current one stated unto the crowd

  “My fellow angels here me out loud

  The one you see before my eyes

  Is truly a devil in disguise”

 

  The challenger now taken back

  Turns to crowd and hastily attacks

  “If that is the case why does he not see

  Those horns around his head higher than me”

 

  The crowd notices and begins to smear

  As the current removes his robe and gear

  Revealing his true form unto his peers

  Revealing scars of battles through the years

 

  “What do you think of me now?”

  I got these scars from fighting the you

  I did my sentence now reformed to true

  I used to be a devil but now I am like you

 

  The crowd stood back and cheered him on

  As forgiveness does reign in the kingdom

  For he was right there needs to be bad

  For without it there would be no reason to be glad

 

  The challenger of good in shock and disgust

  Relieved himself from heaven to dust

  For now he is challenging the world down below

  Who knows the new Satan could have wings and a halo

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  Death of a Mime

 

 

  His makeup is pasted on him as though a ghost

  The makeup was taken from my very last breath

  The lack of blood in my veins caused it to be white

  As the mime prepares for his reenactment of my death

 

  The knife that was placed with tact in my heart

  Was buried so deeply as if it were Excalibur

  Only a true King of people could take it apart

  Though my King is dead next to me….I killed him

 

  The mime as a showman prepares to deliver my scene

  Blood of white looks as my spirit received a fright

  As I am looking down at two carcasses and a clown

  My deliverance is stopped as Satan begins to frown

 

  Why must Satan be so sad at my untimely death

  Why when the clown relives my empty breath

  That lonely King was sent to free Excalibur from my chest

  But I killed him in fear that he was sent from Satan's desk

 

  My fear of people sent to be my aid

  Resulted in a leader so brave it made Satan cringe

  However if this is the case why does Satan cry

  This is the case for the mime only knows why

 

  Satan's tears of blood stream down his lonely face

  Wrinkles to deep as if the grand canyon was in place

 

  Satan screamed why as his hero lay on the floor

  Although he was good, the King was a real leader and more

 

  If this King that I killed was so good that Lucifer even cries

  Why do I kill my hero with such demise

  Why does the mime not shed a damn tear

  For the hero of the hour is lying dead next to fear

 

  The mime removes his paint

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