Charm within an evil smile,
beauty in disgrace
Reactionary, puritan crime:
“Kill those that would kill.”
Your society has lost its bearings
You bear down on your own demise
Should you not join hands in love
and save yourselves?
Send a letter, plant a bomb,
terror in your homes!
Shoot the man who steals your purse,
another pilfering trade with death
and luckless lucky charms,
portray a woman naked and be despised
There is no appreciation of innocence!
Twist the tale to suit your needs
Break an arm to prove a point
Don’t bat an eyelid in the face of death
Now you are a man
Filled with evil? original sin?
How can it be so?
But look inside and tell yourself:
“You are not an evil man.”
What about desire?
The urge to steal or lie?
I say to you, oh mortal one:
“You are so rotten that you stink.”
…and the smell of fear disgusts me,
the smell of hate still more
The stink of lust infuriates,
at the spill of blood, i kill
One last chance, IMMORTALITY!
but your humanity must die first
Ascend beyond mere mortality
to enter a life of ecstacy
Pray your prayers and sleep well
for tomorrow you choose a path
And if you still deny Me,
then I, GOD, damn you to hell.
by Skye Anderson
[Young Gun Poets introduction here.]