Nematoda Posted September 10, 2009 Burnt homes, corpses and ash. To kill ones heart through pillage and rape. Surrender the soul through acts of UN-speak able hate. As we tie a nuce around our heads and jump in the deep end as societies bait. Shackled by memories of loved ones deaths we slowly open with our hate filled hands hells front gate. Striped of humanity our next kill is not one of moral debate. Just another poor soul consumed and made a joke of by fate. He looks deep into his murderer’s eyes and declares I understand your hate. For the first time a killer finds himself released from his enslaved state. As the seeds of hate find themselves in the heart of the others soul mate. As love becomes the force behind her hate she slowly suffocates. Twisting in the cold of a widow’s bed she becomes completely irate. Hungry for blood she is no longer a widow but an Executioner. Staring from the nozzle of his gun a killer understands his fate. As a widow decides whether to forgive or forever continue the cycle of hate. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
