Category : Poems

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I
Listen ! And let me speak.
I have killed people as i massacre Legion with my pen, 
I made the reflection of their weirdest moment,
Be the torment even in their morning sleeps,
As evil unveils from them and they care not to see the pain of others.
II
I am not a wicked being born out of harmless soul,
Nor am i a wicked soul raised from the blossom of the harmless,
But i feel the tangled pain resonating within my spirit,
As i got hooked and choked by it, huge enough to break my spirit.
III
So anytime i speak, the volumes linger on.
When the dictions flow through my pen,
They feel the pain too and shed the tears behind closed doors,
They look at me in the open and call me a SADIST,
For i write to grieve and shed the non-existing tears.
IV
To my friends and foes, poets and poetess.
I have carved my words again like the pen of a ready writer,
This war shall persist for as long as the sky remains blue,
They will hurt me by their actions,
And evil will crawl on them seeping from my pen.
V
They shall weep and blood will flow saying byes to tears,
They will see no evil, they will hear no evil,
But they will speak of evils for they will feel my evils,
As i begin to wreck their protagonist in their dreams,
Raising the flags of their villian in their realities.
VI
I am not a SADIST !
I just live by the Hammurabi Laws.
. 
Thomas Oluwatosin
©Fearless Lines