The Cries of Man
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Somehow all the movies I ended up watching recently have been on serial killers and so I decided to make a poem from their perspective. They are some of the greatest characters developed on screen and so this can be taken as my small homage to them.
They scurry around like rats,
Aimless, pointless and ever so anxious,
Coddling onto their sense of duty,
Reality,
Need.
Why can they not see,
This is all a burden to be free.
I am your saviour,
I am your liberator,
and I have seen your maker.
God, this entity you latch onto for clarity,
When it's all contained within the flesh.
I will help you see the holy light,
and bear the burden of eternally being the messenger.
You may hate me, you may cry,
But alas you will thank me,
For I am your path to righteousness.
I know the ones who have sinned,
I know the ones who are beyond saving,
I know the ones who need me to see heaven.
I will make sure they are treated,
That they are not left alone in their sin,
That they are cleansed,
That they are not left as immoral beings,
And I will do whatever I need,
No matter HOW MUCH these pigs try to stop me,
NO MATTER HOW MUCH they GO AGAINST THE WORD OF GOD,
I WILL SAVE THEIR WORTHLESS SOULS,
FOR I AM THEIR PROPHET, I AM THEIR SAVIOUR,
THEY NEED ME AND I WILL NOT LEAVE THEM,
I will turn the rats into butterflies,
Cast them off free into the world,
Fly, fly, fly away,
Oh how much I will miss you,
Fly, young butterfly, Fly.
Other thoughts and poems I have written:
Thanks,
Daivik Goel
