Numb, empty, nothing at all,
boredom stands proud and tall.
Ripping muscles, tearing flesh, no,
you want something bold and fresh.
What would generate real fun?
Leave you satisfied, feeling done.
What about an all out war?
Right out side your front door.
Millions dying, screaming pain,
oh the pleasure that would reign.
End of the world, better still,
that would be a real thrill.
Turn the earth into untold hell,
let all the demons rule and dwell.
Leave you Queen, standing tall
then you wouldn't be bored at all!
Written Nov 07
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