Poetrydex-Houndoom

This is Houndoom's Poetrydex entry. Comment and enjoy!

The Pent-Up, Expressed
I stand. In a desolate world. No lights. No music. Just anger. Just cold. Evil, oh? Interesting opinion. You get less opinionated, The less limbs I leave on. Before. I rarely professed violence. And when I practiced- I soon practiced repentance. But there's- Only so much of being called scum- One being can handle. (Don't let the sunrise come!) Only so- Much dark oppression. "Dark equals evil!" Is your sole expression. Non-violent. Protest only takes you so far. After that you must run- On your own power. Your opinions- And your fear. You do scream in terror, Whenever I draw near. This is oppression- And tell me was it fun? Before I practiced what you preached! (Don't let the sunrise come!) Do you know how many darklings, Were killed by your fear? The highest number you imagine- Doesn't draw near. With lips bit off, I do trust, You'll let me speak now? You must. Stop interrupting, Stop shoving opinions, Down throats, Do I have to kill again? After the first kill- "Oh, what have I done?" But as the numbers rose- (Don't let the sunrise come!) And as justice flourished- Under my expert will, Your crimes multiplied- Instead of standing still. It seemed my efforts, To educate, Have gone to waste, So much hate. I would have given you a chance, But now the damage's done. I'm burning all you fuckers. (Don't let the sunrise come!)