Once Upon a 9/11

Survivors
Not many
The rest think
It happened
In the news
Of the world
Towers falling
In pain
For All!
Pain used
Like a Whore
Riding
The four horses.
The Patriot Act
Westner Western
Patriots!
Crazy moslems
Love it
They join the show
They died in 9/11
Before
Looney christians
Who cherish it
Attacked!
They want moslems
Killed, wherever,
Dead they are too,
Westners,
In general,
the cultured ones!
All dead
Fallen,
Corpses take
their time,
To lay
Face down,
Broken nose,
Empty eyes,
All killed 9/11
Their corpses
Keep raining
On us,
Since,
It is only
Drops,
Still
Far away,
Send
Our boys,
They are
Dead,
Like us,
Anyway.
Storm
All corpses
Down,
Up there
Where we
Think high
Of ourselves
The stench
Is unbearable
Only for those
Who survived.
The rest,
They are
Corpses.
See nothing
Smell nothing
Kill Mother Earth
And all that
She Created.
“Oh! We don’t
Believe
That kinda shit mate!”
Of course not!
You are dead.Body and Soul
Go to Hell!!!
You.
Vote.
Vote.
Vote.
Just keep voting
For walking dead
Rulers,
To turn you off.
Before you wake,
And see,
That you
Do not
Exist,
You vote
Your life
Away.
To criminals,
The worst.
You love them.
Sales persons,
What did you buy
That makes you
Feel good
Being dead?
To feel,
Whatever,
Is better
Than empty.
“Give me
Pain,
Pleasure,
Anything
But the Bliss
Of not needing
But my Divine
Emptyness
So full.
Pat my head
after you kick
My balls,
Or before,
Who cares!”
I do,
Go to hell!
Idiot.
Terrorist.
Psycho killer.
You.

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