I didn’t come here for your promises. I came for your head. I haven’t taken your life yet. I took out your gunman.
I didn’t come here for a tank war. I came to watch the light dim from your eyes. I haven’t taken out your infantry. I took out all your arrows.
I didn’t come here for a resolution. I came for a victory. I haven’t taken out your generals yet. I took out your first wave.
I didn’t come here for forgiveness. I came so my sword can sever your flesh. I haven’t taken out your secret service yet. I took out your entire cabinet.
I didn’t come here for a magna carta. I came for bloodshed. I didn’t take out your terrorists. I took out your snipers.
I didn’t come here for peace. I came for war. I didn’t take out your family. I assassinated your entire regime.
I didn’t come here for your resignation. I came for your dynasty.
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Anna Torres
I’m a 37-year old mother. I love reading, metal music, and writing. I have begun writing again since 2021
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I’ve burned my bridges. I’ve set alight the tunnels. The match is burning. The gasoline is alive. The bomb is one explosion away from an inferno. Some people don’t like the fire. But I am the fire. The flames reach higher than the sky. No fear because I’ve been set ablaze. Gunpowder has gone away. This atrocity is ferocious. This diesel is breathtaking. Jet fuel is another alternative. My torch won’t run out. The smoke ignites. The pit goes up in a flash. The melting flickers. The cremation remains. The ashes are broiled and incinerated. I am the arsonist. I am the fire. I am indestructible.
By Anna Torres3 years ago in Poets
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