Anger

I feel hate
I feel rage
I want to let
justice be uncaged

I want to rush
I want to try
to go and kill
a certain guy

He stole her life
He stole her soul
He took her purity
with staff and pole

He deserves to die
He deserves to rot
This life he ruined
He may have forgot

I want to destroy
him; mind and soul
He took a part
of what made her whole

He needs to suffer
He needs to cry
I want to kill
that horrible guy

I know I must not
I know to forgive
but I want him to die
He should not live

I will pray
I will try
to forgive him
that rapist guy

-Dedicated to my younger sister Amanda

A Soldier's Life

The blood in the rain
The loss and the gain
The sorrow, the pain
The life of a soldier

The sweat and the tears
The hopes and the fears
The enemy draws near
The life of a soldier

The smoke and the gun
The battle yet won
Down sets the sun
The life of a soldier

A country he defends
His family and friends
A bullet now ends
The life of a soldier

Death's Kiss

Give in to the darkness
Give in to the bliss
Give in to enticement
Give in to my kiss

Pain Borne of God

A nick of aggression
A slash of pain
It cuts through ones spirit
and happens again

It slashes through flesh
It slashes through bone
It cuts and it slices
It leaves none alone

Why all the cutting?
Why all the pain?
Who does this benefit?
Who recieves gain?

"Why do I suffer LORD?"
In anger I cry!
"End all my suffering.
Just let me die."

The pain and the torment
strangle my soul
Then came the words
that filled up a hole

"You are my son.
I am your dad.
There will be pain,
but it isn't bad."

"It drives you to me.
It makes us close.
Here is the truth:
I love you most."

Rape

Stop

Don't touch her there
Don't remove her underwear

Don't be cruel
Don't be naughty
Don't you try
to defile her body

Hear her scream
Hear her shout
Hear her yell
and thrash about

What did she do
to deserve this?
Why did you go
and rape my sis?

Chaos

Burning villages
Broken towns
Fallen angels
Rusted crowns
Fire lights
it destroys all
It all became
from Lucifer's fall

A girl.

Once I had a girl
of whom I should not boast.
She thought of me so highly,
but I thought of her the most.
One day I lost the favor
of her curious ways.
For we had been together,
naught but of two days.
I felt my heart did shatter.
I felt my heart did break.
Then I felt a hole
through which my heart did ache.
For when she had left me
she took my love and joy
and she did make,
the big mistake,
of dumping this poor boy.

Shot by a friend.

I was stabbed
with a knife,
that cut into my chest.
The wound did heal
and I did kneel
and thank G_d, who is best.
But I forgot
to beware the one
who stabbed me from the start.
For I did let
her to get
to try and stab my heart.
The blood did gush
out of my wound
and out onto the floor
and I did know,
and it was so,
I'd trust in her no more.

A loaded gun in a child's hands.

I saw a child with a gun,
a friend the child saw.
He went to show it to his friend
and fill him so with awe.
The gun went off,
the friend fell down,
the child ceased to grin.
He yelled once,
he yelled twice,
then he yelled again.
The floor was soaked
with innocent blood
from the child slain.
Nevermore,
would the child play
with loaded guns again.