I sincerely apologize for not posting a poem as of late. Hence, I present to you...


Infinite Collateral
By Sephyr


Anarchy fueled by rebellion?
What do you speak of, son?
What you state is blasphemy and treason,
Did it ever occur to you, son?
Lives upon lives are donated to heaven,
And you still believe in atheism?
Are you agnostic or a worshiper,
Of a satanic abbrasion?

You foolish child, you speak of a life so plain,
Then you turn around and act like you're God and inflict the pain.
You judge and miscalculate the throes of the living,
Then you put on your hypocritical mask and start the digging.

Dug a whole deep as your girth,
But you find no answers unto your true birth.
You could dig a whole straight to Hell,
But you wouldn't come back with a story to tell.

What do you think you can do against it?
Are you going to hide and scream like a baby?
Blush with shame and cover yourself because you're naked,
Bite the forbidden apple in front of you.

What an impious force that eludes such a wicked display,
To howl and screech and complain all day.
Child, do you realize how ignorant are you?
If you cannot come to terms with the infinite collateral,
You must straighten yourself out to become not lateral.

Hit by a car, ran over by a truck, stabbed with a knife,
Damned or f*cked: Beside you stands the truth,
And within you lies the decree,
Because it's what's inside you that feeds me.

Why play at this game of ignorance,
When inside you know you're being insubordinate.
Woe the one who dares deny my face,
For all the times I've loved you within your disgrace.
Accept me for what I am, you filthy boy,
I'm not a scam.

Am I what you call God? Or am I the Satan?
Is there such a thing? Or am I just a random creation?
You can ponder over my superficiality all you want,
But it's your soul that I will inadvertently hunt.

In terms of agreement I greet you, Oh Greedy One,
For you have known me all along.
I was beside you when you cried out for help to your God above,
I was inside you when you decided to pull her life's plug,
I was with you that day, when you screamed for her,
I guided your penis when you f*cked her.
I was the one who brought you through,
I was the one who fed you, not the tube.

So when I come for you, do not be surprised, little one.
For I've been beside you all along,
And your journey has just begun.

Another nice "epic"
You'll have to excuse my quotations, I do like the poem, I'm just not sure it's epic.
But anyway, kudos, my friend!

Spelling error intentional?

I really like this poem's message, and the execution is rather nice, but the inconsistent form seems too disorganized. Also, the diction is somewhat blander than I've come to expect from you.

Overall, not bad at all.

I apologize for the grammatical error, that was unintentional.

And I do admit, it does seem a bit disorganized even to me, simply due to the fact that I wanted to incorporate that feeling to give the poem a sort of massive and disorganized emotional display. I wanted the poem to display a mass of cluttered emotions about the event...so yeah, at anyrate, thanks for the comments guys!