Posted by DEATH Pontifex Necrosis Imperium on January 18, 1999 at 20:27:49:
Life by mortals is taken for granted
the precious gift that is fragile like glass,
When angel of death will claim your last breath,
he will do it with style and class.
Those who kill for the pleasure will die by my hand,
just like innocent victims they slain,
rest assured, someone is going to heaven,
beyond the sensation of pain.
When the blade cuts the neck like a bright silver comet
young throat convulses in the heat of the moment,
And the vision is turning a bit infrared,
And then comes the darkness and then you are dead.
Some kill with the lust of the animal rage
when they force the young girl to her knees,
And the criminal history just turns the page,
what can be more amusing than this ?
In some countries the laws are direct and precise,
and even teenagers pay ultimate price,
They are noosed or beheaded slowly,
why do we think its so lovely ?
Best regards,
Death.
PS. Sonya, you can post my earlier poems if you like
on your site if you so desire. Your site is beautiful
and I visit it at least once a week.