Holocaust

Violent death.

May your voice come near.

Whispering, at my ear,

Words of abjection.

Begging, as only the weak do.

Imploring a swift end.

To suffering put a stop to.

To no longer,

No further,

Be sufferance’s playtoy.

Kill, kill, kill.

Till of blood you fill your cup.

Kill the worship,

Kill Gods’ goat.

Kill mine.

Kill me, the holocaust’s lamb,

Kill you, my beloved silence.

And, in silence, I may be dead,

Free of life’s toils and hardships,

Forever lamb. Why? Why not?

To rotten, to feed the worms,

And masturbate my inexistent penis,

My rotten balls.

Your inexistent desire for me,

For my body,

For my sex,

For my senses,

For my blood,

For my heart,

For myself.

Fuck you and all you pretend to be.

Witty,

Smart,

Sexy,

++++++

Womanly.

‘cause I know you’re a pederastian,

Whose life, unfortunately, I’d love to reap,

Because if, from hate, I’d let you be,

Laying over there, coughing,

In that delicious pond of blood, semen and spit.

Your last moments of life.