The beauty of an instrument of death <br />Behold my kingdom, it is I who reigns <br />A blast of hot air emits from my breath <br />Arabian blood in my silver veins <br /> <br />With each cut of the blade my belly grows <br />A deafening rage emits from my gut <br />Stripping my victims of green silken clothes <br />Banishing beauty with each sultry cut <br /> <br />Spewing the essence of flowering things <br />Gathering souls with such perfect control <br />I relish the joy that such killing brings <br />So stand in my way and I’ll take your soul <br /> <br />A simple kill, my victims are slower <br />I’m king of the field, I’m the lawnmower<br /><br />Amera Andersen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/killing-machine/
