The Evil They've Created

"The Evil They've Created"

They're struggling to accept, all the evil they've created/

So the block putton gets pressed, & my ego inflated 

Imagine closing your eyes, thinking that you can escape it/

Like that'll save your life, when I'm filled with all this hatred 

Such a worrying development, being developed in the Matrix/

And with every little element, they've irrelevant like basics 

Got them pacing, for what they're facing, heart racing in fear/

They know they're skating on thin ice, & the price is severe 

Instead of braving the scathin, they run to the station for help/

Hoping the bacon will save em, as they can't save themselves 

They once reigned down with belt, hence all the Hell that I cause/

And for every pain that I felt, is why I'm breaking down walls

I will avenge all this evil, until these people breakdown/

Then when all this evil is feeble, I will lay em down on the ground

Whether it's crayons, pens or pencils, I'ma pen em to the lord/

As going against me is a sentence, as my pen is my sword.

Copyright 2018 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)

Reviews

[Debra K Middaugh]

The pen has cast spells, it slices like a sword. The pen can be an ally, a foe, aide you and hinder...
Love it!

[M. J. Smith]

I'm... Not sure I want to hazard a guess as to what has engendered such anger.
I would soon be consumed, unable to write anything important to me.
An avenging pen... A literary Batman? That's what comes to mind. A masked man brooding in a dimly lit cave typing on a computer.