Misantrope

by tri tran   Dec 5, 2006


I pierce into the happy heart of the people
With a knife that, ever, gleams in hatred,
That draws a line along their coronary arteries;
Watching the salty rubies flood the uninverse,
I yearn to lick each drop of joy upon the soil.
A misanthrorpe roars like thunder,
A furious blizzard engulf the innocent souls in this evil galaxy...
Forever, l am.

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