Poetry

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The Obituary

This one is for you,
You small piece of dirt.
This poem is for all,
Of the people you’ve hurt.

This will be the most fun,
I have had in years.
And when it is over,
Your eyes will have tears.

They won’t be tears of joy,
They’ll be tears of sadness.
But it’s all ok,
Cause they’ll fill me with gladness.

I’ve been waiting for this,
For so long I’ll say.
You give me something new
To hate you for each day.

I do hate your guts,
And I want you to know,
And I will do my best,
In this poem to show.

To show you I hate you,
And I always will.
In one hundred years,
Yes, I will hate you still.

I despise you, you moron,
I wish you would die.
I hate everything from you,
You are one big lie.

You are so very stupid,
Naïve yes you are.
And you are such a fool,
From smartness you’re so far.

You have tried to take my life,
So many times but,
You can’t have me, I’m His,
So now your mouth do shut.

You are so stupid,
I can’t stand you but wait,
If you go away,
I’ll have no one to hate.

I could do without you,
Yes it would be nice,
To not think about you,
I wouldn’t think twice.

You tried to kill my mom.
You tried to kill me.
But now you have no choice,
But to let us be.

You lie and you cheat,
And you steal our joy,
But what you don’t know,
Is I’m a real boy.

I am not a puppet,
For you to control.
I am not for you.
No, you can’t have my soul.

You’ve tried to take my life,
More than six times but,
Every time my God punched you,
Yes, right in the gut.

You gave me these problems,
You gave me this strife.
You gave nothing but pain,
And you took my first wife.

You are so deceitful.
You are so cunning.
And to so many people,
You are so stunning.

But I see through your lies,
And I see through your hate.
So I’ll never, no never,
I won’t take the bait.

For you kick and you scream,
If you don’t get your way,
You are just like a baby,
With no good I say.

I do despise you.
Yes, this always will be.
Because I have my Jesus,
I have been set free.

So you go on ahead,
And you do what you will,
Because my God, He loves me,
And He won’t be still.

He will beat you like last time.
It will happen, yes.
So you go on ahead,
And you bring on the stress.

I can take it, cause my Lord,
He gives me the stuff.
To beat you, yes now Lu,
More than you I am tough.

No, you can’t have my life,
It was bought with a cross.
So for you it’s too bad,
So, I guess it’s your loss.

You are so repulsive,
Detest you I will.
You are nothing more than,
A stupid imbecile.

Know one day you’ll burn,
So do what you may,
For eternity, yes,
Soon in Heaven I’ll stay.

You have already lost.
You do not have a chance.
So you should just give up,
You do not know this dance.

I am not the one,
That you want to mess with.
For you have heard of me,
And no I am no myth.

For I do have the power,
To beat up on you.
And I will every chance,
That I get the chance to.

So go right ahead.
Give it all that you’ve got,
Cause it is not enough,
Yes, I do know your plot.

This poem is dedicated to the one and only Satan himself.

Written by: Trevor Ray Slone
February 21, 2010

This poem is one of the 30 poems that are in my book "Poetry and Wisdom About Life, Love, and What Really Matters,"
which is for sale as of April 8,2010.

Just go to my website at trevorslone.com for details on how to purchase my book, or to learn more about me.

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