I was going through my old stuff and found these old poems. They're bad, but I guess I will share them with you...
1)Here's all these wars,
all this hate and despair,
children in hunger,
babies in danger;
Then I think to my self....
who cares?
2)The body burned like paper in fire,
and the other men did not desire;
Their flesh and their blood filled the floor
oh! It was the sweet scent of gore,
their beautiful cacophony of screams!
blood was running in streams....
I have no regret.
Shh! Its a secret <3
