A Poem by Guavaguy

If before I have arrived the world is in flames, then Ragnarok is come, and even I cannot save you from what awaits you in hell.


I woke up on the ceiling today, bloodstains on my hands and feet. God what am I doing anymore, I'm making sense and sense and less sense everyday, castrated by my inner demons that killed my family, that bloody my loins to that of a severed cadaver, where blood gushes forth like a river and I am trapped cellar filled to the brim with Fallic dismemberment.


Out in the streets though, the little children are raped by wild and lusty dogs who take the nightmare to new extremes,


And when they dare protest they are taken to Newport where they are shot dead by a maniac, because they are defenseless after all.


Cry! Cry deep horror! What are we doing? It won't be long till we try to stop this, and soon controllers that keep us from our lives, and soon babies will breed in factories, conditioned to slavery, bound by caste.


Is this what you want?!




The mutiny cannot break the gilded cage that we lie in now. Filled with the same fallic dismemberment that I woke up cuddling on my ceiling. The black hordes of death ride out to greet us on the iron field where there is not battle but slaughter. Where is your messiah now? He is gone...nobody misses him... they are very busy as the clock will soon strike midnight. The skies will be green soon...


Is this what you want?!




I daresay there is a problem that cannot be solved here. We're sinking into madness and there's no way out. The chilling cold comes from everywhere. From north and south, and everywhere in-between, and water washes away the madness, the covenant broken, the tears lost in endless water.


And the dogs are all that remain, saving the little children from their salvation, and damning them to a fate worse than death...

© 2013 Guavaguy

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Added on February 5, 2013
Last Updated on February 5, 2013



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