Poems by AnathematicAnarchist
The following are poems by poems by braincels creator AnathematicAnarchist posted on Braincels.
#1[edit | edit source]
"Bulging eyes focused on the man
while his pair of eyes stared right back
The Crowd hungered for the last act;
one last trick before parting ways
Glad to oblige, he grabbed the saw,
splitting his torso from his legs"
—AnathematicAnarchist
#2[edit | edit source]
"The planes dropped quick death from the skies
And left only corpses around,
whose flesh was inspected by flies
When they were not yet in the ground"
—AnathematicAnarchist
#3 (this one's about Nechayev)[edit | edit source]
"His focus never shifted
as his cold eyes tore apart Mankind
His spirits never lifted
until the world was redefined
No Pope could make him cower
No Cop could make him confess
He would tear their grip from power
and he would not stop for any less"
—AnathematicAnarchist