You break like a brittle twig
because you lack life
because you take life
instead of give life.
Chinese break easy.
Chinese selfish – must control every detail from destruction to death.
Chinese have no God, so devil enters easy.
Fry a dog. Chew a leg, break the panda’s back. Jump up and down. Eat your baby’s foot. All for no luck.
Disgust rages black and yellow sting bees behind the back of the mirror locked to roses falling like frozen rain jackets smeared with molten blood to throw the devil baby soldiers so I can see the moving targets.
Wrapping them in blankets won’t keep them still – so you must do the kill – all for evil, while evil laughs at your arrogance and pities your rich black and yellow slaves wanting more.
I killed my first soldier tonight sent to kill me.
I feel free, not liberated – not yet – there will be others.
At least now I know I can do it – without hesitation – with ease actually.
One move over the line – and any hope for negotiation was gone.
I moved swiftly with only one person, with only one purpose – to kill my assassin.
Three came – 2 walked away. Three leather jackets – black hair, the gold shining on their M.E. skins shined dull as they were neutralized.
Two pandas to go. Extra sauce please.
No. I want them alive in cages.