empty kindle
Mysterious box,
with a maniac inside, hair colored like a fox.
Face pale as chalk,
and citizens for fun he shocks.
Comes out with a pair of sawed-off shotguns,
and bodies hit the floor in tons.
He is sinister and spun,
he shows mercy for no one!
Damn right he's a maniac,
and you, he will attack.
He hates everyone,
Why? I don't know but he came undone.
You better watch your back,
cause you, he will attack and wreck.
You think you're special,
but nobody's unique in the eyes of this devil.
He's coming your way, you're in a mess,
no way out, you won't get blessed.
He's close and you're wounded,
next second your dead, doomed.
You bled to death as he grinned,
and after you're dead, your body he skinned.
Your corpse is another trophy on his wall,
in his box that from the outside looked small.
@merry kettle part
Kids in the corner with crayons in hand,
Didn’t matter box let the mini-gun land.
Little Timmy caught two in the spine,
His sister got painted across the “Fun Time” sign.
Teens tried to run, thought they were fast,
Box burst out with a shotgun blast.
Varsity jacket? Burned off clean,
Now his whole chest got a red moon sheen.
Prom queen ducked, screamin’ in heels,
Box curved the shot like it knows the feels.
Three in the stomach, one through the curls,
Now she bleeds out on shattered pearls.
Adults yelled “STOP!” (nah) box said “GO,”
Tore through Dad like a .50 cal show.
Mom got up, tryna drag her kid,
Box hit ‘em both ain’t care what she did.
It don’t blink, don’t pause, don’t care,
Shoots through hugs, through prayers, through air.
Toddlers to teachers, cousins to priests,
It feeds on screams
it’s a red feast beast.
Pop, pop, pop! Each shot’s divine,
Like a death god's beat with a steel drum spine.
And you? You’re watchin’, frozen in time,
Countin’ every echo of that warbox rhyme.
merry kettle