I Laugh at your Misfortune!
Normal is a synonym for boring
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Here's my craptacular first proper attempt at poetry. Please don't be too harsh when killing me for blinding you with its awfulness.
They came during the night,
Their engines whining like demonic insects,
Drawn to the lone flame flickering below,
A miniscule light surrounded by black.
Their engines whining like demonic insects,
Drawn to the lone flame flickering below,
A miniscule light surrounded by black.
The radio hisses in a flurry of static;
The order comes and they sweep to the right,
Wings almost touching, tempting a fiery crash,
As if they are taunting fate.
The order comes and they sweep to the right,
Wings almost touching, tempting a fiery crash,
As if they are taunting fate.
With an unholy precision,
They circle above that single gleam;
The uncovered window, spilling light,
Which will lead to so much pain.
They circle above that single gleam;
The uncovered window, spilling light,
Which will lead to so much pain.
Another shriek pierces the silent night,
And a volatile trail plummets to the ground.
Screams and sirens erupt from the streets,
As deadly black and orange flowers blossom below.
And a volatile trail plummets to the ground.
Screams and sirens erupt from the streets,
As deadly black and orange flowers blossom below.
They turn in a sweeping arc,
Invisible to the ants scurrying beneath,
And impervious to the evil stench,
Of fear - drifting up from the hordes below.
Invisible to the ants scurrying beneath,
And impervious to the evil stench,
Of fear - drifting up from the hordes below.
Their pants of excitement rush over the wireless,
Men rejoicing in a job well done.
The wails of agony from the masses,
Are the reward for their first kill.
Men rejoicing in a job well done.
The wails of agony from the masses,
Are the reward for their first kill.