I love war,

Corners shined by the bronze bullet.

I adore war,

Fish swimming for pride in the sea of mullets.

I crave war,

Fighting for the carnivores with pacifiers.

I dream of war,

Tongues completing the art gallery that is full of liers.

I scream of war,

Voices breathing into death's heart.

I bleed of war,

Dripping mirrors that tears organisms apart.

I see war,

Eyes enduring euphoria's dystopia.

I smell war,

Flesh being cooked with weaponry.

I taste war,

Licking the grounds of depressed and angered blood.

I hear war,

Screaming humanities mistake for over a millennium.

I can touch war.

The dead files are written in my own gun

I love how some people drop to their knees and beg for my kindness...

That dwindled long before they existed.

I love how some people scream out of agony when I shoot them with hollow points...

And it pierces their soul.

I love it!

I adore it!

I want it!

I shall receive it!

I want to exceed it...

Those are all just limitations to my expectations.

I want blood to cover my pool when I go to take a bath...

I want bodies to cover my wall when a general enters to greet me as their president.

I want nations to drop to their knees and address me as there God.

I want people to lick my portrait that will hang on their walls.

I want domination!

I want that love!

I want to spread my envious love!

I want to spread my blissful ignorance!

I want to spread my black and red wings!

I want to cover every child with a purpose in life!

And that purpose is me!

I WANT WAR!

I WANT WAR!

I WANT WAR!

I WANT WRATH!