Watching the sulking sun,
Looking back, slowly sipping rum,
I tried but my face has been disgraced,
Honestly, I don't want to hear them anymore.
I savored these lines, over time,
Immortality has seeped into a chapter of rhyme,
My master has devoted his words to the devil.
Evil people with evil minds,
Slaughter their victims with ripping knives,
They should be caught and put to death,
Strapped to the chair, they should die there.
Carnage like hatred and a hollow gate,
I'm nothing but maggot with a dirty, rotten, fate.
Ian Robert Potapoff
Date Completed:
1/1/2005
Inspiration:
Cannibal Corpse
