A slow drop of blood runs from his wrists.
A metal trapezoid his skin has just kissed.

Come one let's release this.
Your DNA will love to repeat this.

Let's reproduce.

Let's kill the children.

Let's empty the food stocks just to refill them.

Come on, let's release this.
Where's your hate?
Your brutality has made you weak.
Wait until a real tyrant comes to wreak,
His hate upon thee.

Have you felt the cold song of metal dance across the battered skies as your airplanes fall and your pilots die?

Would you like to feel the wings that fell from the back of angel who's travelled through hell?

Would you like to see his silent cries of blood as the slow drops fall from his eyes?

Come on, let's release this.

We can't let it build up because it surely will eat us.

This just sounds beautiful. Pessimistically beautiful.

I dig your poems.