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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Dark · #1838531
A very twisted story...
When Delusion Dies, So Do Lives
By: Sven Ghali

This tells of a tale of two friends,
That tragically fell into the snares of Hell,
Transforming simple living into a ride on Death’s carousel,
Forcing their dope driven “Train of Thought” to violently derail…

It all began with a plan,
That was dangerously grand,
And though easy to understand,
It involved wearing a mask, Kevlar vest, and a keeping a firearm in hand…

They hoped nobody would get hurt,
But neither were afraid to do dirt,
With their life and freedom on high alert,
Anything justified letting their guns squirt…

This was the first time,
Chad and Sven‘s mind’s combined,
Allowing their powers to intertwine ,
And align their design with the murderous kind…

They never took into consideration,
The true level of risk being taken,
Feeling untouchably Godlike due to meth’s empowering elevation,
They stayed blind to the seriousness of the arising situation,
Displaying no hesitation as they began the physical preparation,
For the armed robbery of a jewelry store in a highly visible location,
That sat adjacent to the office of the U.S. Border Patrol and Department of Immigration,
But still they kept their complete dedication to the success of the operation…

Chad left Sven at home for about an hour,
As he went to pick up the firepower,
More clear shards for superpower,
And enough ammunition to shift the balance of power at zero hour…

Chad was greeted back home by screams echoing deadly emotion,
Sven was pacing around the kitchen yelling “I can conjure explosion!!!”,
Holding open his backpack to proudly reveal his potion,
He had made 4 shrapnel bombs to detonate at the notion of violent commotion…

At this point Sven appeared to be speeding at the intensity of insanity,
His rhythmically forceful stomps expressed the pureness of his sincerity,
For appreciation of Floater’s “Snowblind” as it pushed his alien-ability to infinity,
Creating a chemically pure grade of psychotically structured psychological crystallinity…

Then suddenly as if he was preaching to a devoted ministry,
His words produced a powerfully profound poetic piece displaying absolute intelligibility,
When he said,
“Truth is bittersweet on the tongue of the authentic.
It causes the false prophet’s conscience to contemplate repentance.
Can a man really change?
Is he ever in too deep?
Or is there more to life than what he knows?
Does he need new eyes to see?!?”

Chad walked over to Sven,
Placed a cardboard box in front of him,
Threw the top open,
And demanded he look in…

The box contained 2 Uzi Sub Machine Guns,
2 black ski masks,
10-50 round magazines,
And 500 9mm rounds…

Chad said “These are our new eyes,
To visualize the prize,
As a disguise to authorize,
Our bullets to baptize many lives.”

And with that being said,
They loaded up and left,
Off to bring the dread,
Of a homicidal theft…

As they pulled into the parking lot,
Sven broke down 2 quarter gram lines,
Then rolled up a $5 bill,
And gave Meth total control of their minds…

Chad parking his car near the front door of the store,
They knew this was the final moments of peace before going to war,
Hollow point tips filled their clips so to leave any opposition blown wide open like the legs of a Broad Street whore,
And they prayed a prayer to themselves for protection and a quick and easy score…

The door swung violently open as they ran in,
Chad yelled “Lay the fuck down!!!”
Keep your faces on the ground
And your life won’t end!!!”

This is the beginning of the end for these friends,
Unknown to them was an Immigration Agent watched them run in,
Saw the vest on their chest and guns in hand,
Giving him the chance to be a legally murderous man…

Inside the jewelry store Chad was losing his grip,
Sven had disappeared leaving Chad his Uzi with all the clips,
The backpack full of explosives,
And a desire to send multiple bodies in boxes down to the crypt…

Chad had no idea where Sven went,
He knew he was there but then he turned into a ghost and split,
“How did I get all his equipment?”
And “Where is he at?” is what Chad asked…

His hands were becoming very slippery due to sweat,
Causing his grip to the 2 machine guns to be less than confidentially tight,
Paranoia began to show face by whispering softly in his ear a death threat,
Repeatedly saying “Escape the night by taking your life!!!”

With an Uzi in each hand,
Chad squeezed both triggers and let bullets rip,
Automatic machine gun fire tore through the building’s interior decorative brick,
While ricocheting bullets made the white floor splattered with red blood drips…

He looked into a mirror and saw his face,
But it was the face of Sven too in this case,
Chad realized he needed to get out of that place,
So he ran for the door at a very fast pace…

The door flew open and he stepped outside,
Surrounding from all directions were Federal agents with sparkles of murder glistening in their eyes,
Chad threw a shrapnel bomb toward the agents causing the wall of Feds to divide,
As it exploded He fired 100 rounds just to escalate the number of Feds that dies,
He knew his life was the horizon and the sun was his death beginning to rise,
He had 3 bomb and 350 rounds to baptize the Federal agents lives as if he was Jesus Christ…

Chad stuck his middle fingers up with absolute conviction and screamed,
“Amen my friends this is your end and my unforgivable sin!!!”
He armed the 3 remaining bombs inside the pack to explode while strapped to his back,
And he ran directly toward the Feds with only one plan…

It took about 45 seconds for the bombs to detonate,
So Chad used his last living seconds to redefine self inflicted hate,
He realized that Sven was a created personality due to his bipolar and clouded mental state,
So he stuck the scorching barrel of one of the guns in his mouth but it was too late,
The 3 shrapnel bombs exploded tearing through his body like buckshot to a paper plate,
He killed an additional 17 people on his way to Hell’s gate…

Chad and Sven weren’t friends because they were one in the same,
Sven was a creation of Chad’s chemically unbalanced brain,
Delussional thoughts mixed with hallucinations gave Sven the power to reign,
Unfortunately making Chad nothing more than a memory and a massive murderous bloodstain…
© Copyright 2012 Sven Ghali (svenlish at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
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