Here I am,
Walking down the halls
Of vultures in gilded cages
Awaiting the treatment of contrived mortality.
I'm standing by the electric chair
Holding my stomach,
Having just eaten a filet mignon
Washed down with a cabernet sauvignon.
They strap me in,
Helmet on head,
Legs and arms bound to the seat.
I start laughing,
Knowing that my spirit will live on
And wreak more havoc
In my next life,
Just as I did to the heiress.
The Wall Street Tycoon.
The welfare mother.
The gang leader.
The deputy sheriff.
The professor.
And of course,
The perverted man
Better known as my dad.
I never backed down against authority.
I shall laugh in their faces
As I feel the electricity flowing through my veins,
My eyes bursting.
My bowels loosening.
For I will take comfort
In that one of my cellmates
Will shank the shit
Out of the warden
When it's his turn.
I long for the day
When somebody bombs the hell
Out of this complex.
It is the one thought that will remain
In my mind's eye
As I depart this earth
And say goodbye
To all the wastes of sperm, skin, bones, and blood
Who will eventually be killed off
By my minions.
Watch out world.
Armageddon is coming,
Blood shall be on your hands,
And you will vomit your transgressions
As your lifeless bodies
Hit the cold hard ground.
And now,
It's time for me to die
And assist Satan
In making the flames of Hell rise even further
Towards the surface of the Earth.

If you [Log In] as a member you can discuss this work with others