Paperrape
By Tear of Prometheus
God thrusts in us
His oh so heavy love
While filled with disgust
He vomits from above
We chose what we became
Sick deranged psychotics
We´d sacrifice his name
To get our narcotics
That we consume every day
Not thinking about consequence
There´s nothing that might ever sway
The perverted need of our conciousness
To drown our reality
With sick and twisted lust
To feed our insanity
And crush the only trust
That was given to us just
Once from cradle to dust
It was a sole sacrifice
But we prefere our own demise
Beause we choose to rape eachother
And we don´t hate to kill one another
Abondoning all hope and love
We once received from above
Oh lord I am a sinner
For uttering these lines
Or just a words spinner
Wallowing in his crimes
Crush me for I have raped
The innoce of this one page
Burn me for I have shaped
This unpoetry filled with rage
Comments on "Paperrape"
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On Thursday, March 5, 2015, Ortolan
(214) wrote:
Great poem.It speaks to our so called war of sexes complexes knowing in conscience that our defenses are wreckless and senseless.
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On Thursday, March 5, 2015, Tear of Prometheus
(27) wrote:
That is a nice perspective on it. Thanks for taking the time to write such a quality comment.