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by Yatin
Rated: E · Poetry · Dark · #1789262
Chaos born out of anarchy. Oedipus Complex.
“….I love you Mommy

I really do

I like the white thing you do.

I love your face mommy

I love to kiss you goodnight

I love how you wake me up mommy

When there is so much going down



I love you too son

I really do

And I also like when you play

With the white thing I do

I know you like it

And I do too

For he’s not around

Keep it a secret

Keep it down



I will mommy

I promise

I really do

But mommy, I am bored

I want them

All of them



Go ahead

Take them

There are yours

Do what you feel like

They don’t have a will of their own



Thank you mommy

I love you

I really do..



End.



Mommy! Mommy!

I don’t like them anymore

They don’t do anything

They just keep doing the same thing

I can’t teach them new tricks

They don’t want to learn

They are so scared

Remember like Aunt Liberty.



Don’t worry son

I’ll help you out

Here let me take this knife

And let me cut my arm

Let me bleed over them.

Mommy don’t!!

Why did you it mommy ?

Why did you cut your arm?



Don’t worry son

I will be fine

They will be happy

So will you



I am watching them mommy

I am watching them smile

I am watching the fool die.

Thank you mommy

They do so much more mommy

I love you mommy

I really do…..”



Said Chaos to his mother Anarchy
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