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Sonnet Sunday’s: Impending
He knows everything you secretly want You fake being an idiot servant Finding some cheap ways to extract money Keep it up, buddy, he finds it funny He’s exploring even your darkest sin A sinister smile, it’s time to begin Rancid black fluid oozing from your head Awakens you from slumber in your bed Everything you’ve done, he won’t be so kind The mirror shows that the dead are behind Backed up against the wall, sweat starts to form Welcome to the world where nothing’s the norm

Kirk Forseth II
May 31 min read


Sonnet Sunday’s: The Fall of Axtona
From the castle keep, Lord Dourka sits on his throne Pondering all the horrors that he has been shown His blue-gray bloodshot eyes locked in a morbid stare Contemplating the fight with the sinister pair The evil has entrenched itself within his brain The demon whores look forward to the blood they drain Dourka would not stand for their wicked corruption His poor subjects became their choice of consumption The once bountiful land, now a desolate field The time has come for him

Kirk Forseth II
Apr 192 min read


Sonnet Sunday’s: Killers
How is it that the guilty have more rights Then all the victims they put through such plights They say the punishment should be humane Did they do the same while they were insane Allowed to choose what would be their last meal Did the tormented ones get the same deal What kind of picture did the police find Yet to these pricks we’re supposed to be kind Giving them labels like they don’t belong Trying to reason what would cause their wrong Now we’re humane having lethal infect

Kirk Forseth II
Apr 51 min read


Sonnet Sunday's: The Living Angel
See the lonely teddy bear sitting on the lawn Covered in glistening dew right before the dawn Loved only by a special little girl Who...

Kirk Forseth II
Sep 7, 20251 min read
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