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Pure Unadulterated Violence
Pure Unadulterated Violence
Pure Unadulterated Violence
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Pure Unadulterated Violence

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A collection of poems of many kinds dedicated to the theme of violence.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherR.C. Brown
Release dateJul 27, 2023
ISBN9798223529422
Pure Unadulterated Violence

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    Pure Unadulterated Violence - R.C. Brown

    LET NOW BLOOD FLOW FREE

    Let now blood flow free.

    Let now massacre commence.

    Let now Reaper reap.

    PILLOW PLAY

    If the little thing won't cessate its tears

    It could at least cessate its high wailing,

    But even some quiet's wishful-thinking,

    As it insists on attacking my ears,

    And I try to ignore, focus on beers,

    But no longer can I, with that ringing

    That through the whole of night is persisting,

    Drowned only by my own wailing and tears.

    ––––––––

    Whatever I do now is not myself,

    But the wailing can go on no longer,

    So I go now to it, pillow in hand,

    Make sure it knows: 'you brought this on yourself,'

    And press pillow on mouth, it's quieter,

    Pressing until its breaths leave living-land.

    DEVOURED BY MAGGOTS

    Forcing me into the box,

    With a devilish grin upon his face,

    All I see now is aeternal blackness,

    As I'm deep beneath earth buried alive,

    How long from now until I'm out of air?

    My fate's left dictated by the maggots.

    ––––––––

    My screams a song to maggots,

    kneeing and fisting the lid of my box,

    Panic only succeeds in wasting air,

    As dryness, like a cancer, plagues my face,

    But as of yes, I find myself alive,

    In this prison of aeternal blackness

    ––––––––

    The only colour's blackness,

    I can hear them breaking in, the maggots,

    They crave fresh flesh, they know I'm still alive,

    How long

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