Bugs

by Freeze Tyler   Jan 31, 2012


For all those people who like to kill Bugs:

Imagine Jesus crying at the last supper.
Imagine the last words to lover.
Imagine the price of a tear
From a dying mother.
Imagine the smirk on the
Face of an accomplished murderer.
Imagine jealousy between brothers.
Imagine a lung with a cancerous cortex,
Of an old vex of a green jet
Pilot dying slowly trying
To support his wife in the middle of her complex procedures herself.
Imagine a dying baby's last thoughts.
Imagine the power of the empty.
Imagine a hand only half cocked,
Instead of a continual swinging.
Imagine seeing the crows singing.
Imagine seeing the doves dead.
Imagine seeing the flowers rotting,
Instead of seeing a last breath.

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