Bloodied, shattered, bent into shape
I'll take what I am as I need what I take
My vision, my goals are there to mislead
You are what I am and I'll never concede
Hate me, don't rate me
I swear I won't die
Take hold out my hand
But don't look in my eye
Choice, decision, freedom to try
These are the founding rules I designed
May that you think that path that you chose
Was a conscious belief that your in control
Money driven, arrogance, selfish you are
The three of these will not set you apart
Brothers in arms, sisters unite
Helpless and hopeless you share the same light
Cursed, victim, fated christian
I spat in your face
Believe what you will
But everyone is to blame
Do not fear
For it's not your fault
You were made in my name
Can you guess what i'm called?
Death, the grim reaper, satan I employ
Am I the devil?
Or am I a pawn
I like it.
I really enoyed the rhythm, the way you experimented with rhyme... how the poem begins to become less and question itself and as this happens the rhyme pattern breaks apart... nicely done :)
Hi Robbie, This is a credit to you my friend, you have chosen your subject matter very well and put the word to this poem very smoothly indeed.
It flows well and reads well, the words for me coincide with the images that spring to mind as I reflect on their meaning and content.
Well done Robbie keep up the good work, and I look forward to reading more of your work if this is the quality.
Thank You my friend.