Pimpelty, Bimbelty
 

Pimpelty, pompelty,
Soon the church bells strike twelve, and the shadows unite.
Bimbelty, bombelty,
I dress in black and leave my real disguise on the shelf.

Never shall feelings obstruct my way again,
Never shall doubt make me think twice.
Passionate murder and harmful delight become one,
And streams of blood weigh heavier than any compassion.

Pimpelty, pompelty,
The solitude of a bloodbath in the night.
Bimbelty, bombelty,
The relevations of lustful sins and piercing screams of agony.

No-one shall tell you happiness is a sin,
No-one shall make you regret your mistakes,
No-one shall convince you to know what's right,
No-one shall control you.

For pimpelty, pompelty calls for the darkest of hours,
And bimbelty, bombelty shall let you visit their graves with flowers.

o...k. not bad, i guess. u wrote this why??lol

Isn't the reason he wrote it obvious?

So you could read it, and make that awesome post! Two cookies for you Tyrannicide!

That was kick ass, I was expecting some famous poets name at the bottom then I was confused when there wasnt, then I read the next post and was enligtend.
Good work!