My notebook is ultimate power;
My pen is my sword as I write the names of Earth’s human scum.
Their faces flash through my mind.
And soon they will meet their “maker.”
God had told Abraham:
“Thou shalt not kill.”
A commandment, unheard.
For I am God now.
Criminals, evil-doers, corrupt politicians,
And those who would stand in my way
They will tremble before my almighty judgement.
This notebook is the tool of my reign,
The infinite reign of the God of Death.
The God of the New World.
Soon the world will be perfect.
And I will be at the helm, for
I am Justice.

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Ed Gosling

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My muse is like an excitable dog. It catches sight of totally random things and starts yapping and running around and wagging its tail and WILL NOT STOP until I write a poem about it.My poetry is sometimes based on personal experience and sometimes on other things. Aside from that, I enjoy video games (My favourite game series is Mass Effect) and the popular television show My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
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