I hate poetry. Bunch of nonsense people write because they think people care about their feelings. They spread "fancy" vocabulary all over it to make themselves feel good.
So I felt it fitting to write a poem about killing people. Enjoy. (lawl)
Death.
The clement substantiation.
The hindmost elucidating resolution.
It has fed many fears as well as excuses.
A foolish few only wish for it.
An even more imbecilic and fewer few have gained it.
I could only wish it to them all.
It gives me such joy to introduce them.
If death were a number, it would hold no bounds.
The bounds are so infinite as are the lives I wish to take.
So say your greetings, and say your farewells.
The new acquaintance now known to death shall be no more.




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