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The way you get everything
It's different than mine
For that little detail
You must die.
Another right choice
Made by me
The fine line between
Justice and murder.
They did horrible things
You don't want to know which
I just erase their prints
With no trials to live.
I'm the new police
In this city of leeches
Immersed in shadows
Corpses will be seen.
No one is prepared
To appreciate my acts
While I keep them alive
The legend grows.
My hands doesn't shake
Touching cold flesh
At least for my brain
Life and death are the same.
If I show myself
Accusations will rain
The people I care
Would demand my head.
The hate will not born
If I attack first.
15/3/15
It's different than mine
For that little detail
You must die.
Another right choice
Made by me
The fine line between
Justice and murder.
They did horrible things
You don't want to know which
I just erase their prints
With no trials to live.
I'm the new police
In this city of leeches
Immersed in shadows
Corpses will be seen.
No one is prepared
To appreciate my acts
While I keep them alive
The legend grows.
My hands doesn't shake
Touching cold flesh
At least for my brain
Life and death are the same.
If I show myself
Accusations will rain
The people I care
Would demand my head.
The hate will not born
If I attack first.
15/3/15
Literature
Feminist~ A Poem
Disregard me,
If I am unkind,
Call me irrelevant,
If I don't have a mind
Come and fight me,
If I bring you any harm,
Call me violent,
If I hit you with my arm
Call me disrespectful,
If all I do is lie,
Call me a criminal,
If I force someone to die
Call me annoying,
If all I do is yell,
Call me a freak,
If I laughed when someone fell
Call me these things if I'm an awful human being,
But don't ignore me just because I'm a woman
Literature
Being afraid to speak
The unpleasantries of past events
Were driven by the voices of contempt
Leaving me breathless
To that effect, I was left senseless
And when I laid under the covers
As I tried to warm myself from the cold stares
I shivered, as my skin turned white
By the solace of silence
But, as I overcame their sadness
I learned to embrace the cold
Until I was able to give warmth to others
Literature
Shades Of Gray
He drowns
in visceral shades of gray,
confined
in illustriously craved walls
with four defined ridges
allowing him only
a window to his soul...
a window without bars,
and yet it offers no escape
for it only allows
the gray to flood through.
He cannot swim,
the color allows him no such pleasantry
and instead he must sit,
basking
in what little color he can find
as they slowly choke him
and as he dies
he screams repentant cries
and begs for salvation
with tears in his eyes
for redemption...
but his tears
only dye his skin as gray
as the filth which drowns him.
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So very well done.