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The Faceless Killer
IP:
My eyes searched through the populus,
my views of their eccentric behavior,
their electric and monotonous responses to accusations,
I discredited theories.
I thirsted for life's juices and sweet berries
as I surveyed this land of the uncivilized,
and I may have attempted to kill a few,
but I went overboard, I rewrote records.
And purple shades and lost breath were my making,
the destruction of families a meager casualty in the
widespread destruction imminent from my interactions.
The environment and ecosystem trembled in fear,
my hand in this pain and torture not a fist of glory,
but the touch of decomposition,
that sent humans, animals, and plants alike,
into eternal slumber.
It was like a game of checkers, and I'd go from the
simplest of diseases to a wide plague that swept a
nation of dirty scoundrels and a place of poor children.
And through this repeated killing, my spree would come
to an abrupt end as help would be seen from the edges
of the horizon as the sun would set on death.
I struggled against the saviors, showing my hands and
my breath of annihilation, a swift gale of wind washing
over the already barren landscape of a troubled world.
And to think, somehow people would believe that they
could face me, like a vaccine could stop a killer that
turned small pox into a period at the end of so very
few lives' sentence, in the medical books.
My name was whispered in the Carribeans,
in all found continents and countries,
and I even tried to put my hand of evil to
grab onto the icy tundra of the Arctics,
but the lives there would be a simple distraction
to the main force
I would devour mercilessly.
I could make wars scarcely memorable,
the corpses united in a big bonfire of flame
that sent smoke signals
trailing to a heaven that had forsaken them.
Repeatedly,they'd try again and again to find a cure for me,
to end my slow and painful killings.
I was an epidemic that could not be stopped,
but in a final decision the clouds would part,
and the forlorn
would attempt to smite me to gain the belief of
corrupt civilizations
once more.
The Tigris and Euphrates,
the Mississippi,
anything...
I could hide on the banks of anything I wanted,
in the shallowest waters my presence could not
be noted in any slight form,
and I could be the muddy liquid in your drink,
or the nimbus
in the sky that waited to strike down.
I infected those, and for a brief time, I flourished.
But then, humanity turn on itself, kept the ones I had
touched in their houses and only the humanitarians
would allow them
basic and
redundant needs.
And for a time, I departed,
but be assured,
you cannot stop me for eternity.
For I remain in the minds of those,
the many who had suffered under
my tyrannical and swift rule,
because no one could forget the time,
when they turned on eachother
for survival.
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