the unavoidable allure of brutality

I wish I had a throat to slit
or a house to rob
or a man to steal of life
it all seems so much simpler
with some goal to achieve
a man to kill, or
a quary to gain
my heart, it goes to those
with real purpose
a true end
for those people
seem to me
the purest kind of brutal
raw and unabashed
who would allow themselves
to kill in the name of

Published by bernardsbarnes

Writer. Artist. Performer. A little boy dreaming of the stars.

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