A Ballad for Death

A compilation of the first 500 poems I ever wrote.
I write in my free time accross different styles and themes, sometimes there are reasons to what I write and sometimes there are not, but I always try to follow my inspiration.


309. Feast of the beast

I am a good for nothing thug,

Always on my face a smile smug,

None can stop me, no man or god,

Always it ends in tears or blood

A true-born soulless criminal,

Monster disguised in human skin,

No more a man, oh just a beast!

Until I breathe my breath final,

On happiness of my past kin

And their life and love I shall feast!

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