Fear

You fear a man you’ve never met,
But when we meet, you will regret,
But understand, that time’s not yet,
So relax yourself and don’t fret.

But when we meet and meet we shall,
I’ll take you down, through all your calls.
I’ll seem so small and you so tall.
But you’ll change your view when I cut your fall.

Imagine being torn between two horses.
Being split by invisible forces.
Blood will make courses,
And blades will make corpses.

So bellow a scream,
Cry a stream,
Make a scene,
There is no screen.

Listen to me, you insignificant worm.
You aren’t worth the money you earn.
So like a desert fern,
I’ll leave your body for the crematoriums urn.

((Dedicated to a disgrace of a man who should live his torture by himself and stop trying to dragging others down with him.))