God’s Work
I’ve done crime, I’ve done pain
but all of my victims suffer the same shame
I can’t wipe the sweat from my face
I’m too far into my work to think.
Twisting, breaking, ripping apart flesh
this girl was a piece of cake
a sweet tasty sugary mess.
I lick my fingers clean
I can’t seem to wash the bloodstains off of my pants and sleeves.
I go about my night,
looking in yearbooks for other victims who are ripe
I’ll see them in Hell, for I do God’s work
Take me Father
I’ve been cursed.
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wow, this person has a rather tight delusion…destruction in the name of god…i could insert some social commentary on particular brands of religion, but think i will hold off…haha…
Yes Brian, this person has some issues.
wow..scary! He has serious issue indeed..lol…great poem Brad!
He sure does! Maybe he’ll work on them. Thank you so much, Louise!
Great poem!
Thank you, Candice! Glad you like it!
i agree with candice. this is a great poem. you have incredible talent bradley. keep these poems coming. can’t wait to read more of your work.
Hello, John! Thanks for your kind comment! I’ll keep writing, because I enjoy it.
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your welcome brad. just promise us youll keep the poems coming.
Lol. I promise, John.
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