Anthem of The Betrayed

When writing this poem/song, I took inspiration from the greatest rapper of our time (in my opinion), Tupac Amaru Shakur/also known by his stage alias, “2PAC” while listening to arguably his most popular diss song called “Hit ‘Em Up,” from 1996

DISCLAIMER:  (You have been warned of the explicit and demeaning language that lies ahead. Words and vivid descriptions have been censored to the best of my ability for submission purposes)

SIDE NOTE: This work of art is fictional and meant to be distasteful. Who I am in reality is NOT the narrator of this poem. I hope you understand, and stay blessed!

 

F*ck all, be raw; I’m the embodiment of disdain, 

Got nothin’ to lose, born to fall; invite the pain,

Don’t need fake friends; I’m a deserter, a lone observer,

And I’m just as capable of committing murder;

A heartless perpetrator

 

Now I truly believe,

The root of worst evils is greed,

For I realized my existence in this society, 

Only depends on others’ selfish needs

And afterwards throw me away as they no longer need me,

Like a used condom, instead of still keeping

 

Instead of viewing their intentions as illusionary,

I was too naive to realize they were trying to play me

Just pretending to actually care about what happens to me

They used my courtesy to bait me into believing,

That they were my real friends, but I was too gullible to see,

I was only their excuse for justifying,

Their inexcusable ways of hypocrisy

 

I no longer seek companionship,

As every time I do, 

I only hurt the mutual relationship,

For my intentions were too true; 

To find a real bond,

So I can proudly hold a candle to,

Someone that I can be fond (of)

 

But instead,

These *ssholes take it all for granted,

Making me the enemy instead of having my back in times of dread,

Then they continue to be “p*ssy-whipped”

Making me the outcast so they got one less codependent

 

My trust;

They mistook it as my lust,

For power,

In order to belittle their circle of overachievers

But what they still can’t comprehend about my social conduct,

Is that I’m just a f*cking cheater; to willfully obstruct,

The status quo

 

I, for one,

Don’t care about the rules,

Which is why I usually found myself in disciplinary situations,

At schools

To become truly free means to disobey,

What abstains us from practicing our natural, barbaric ways

 

People wanna see pain,

They wanna be witness to dismay,

For they would thoroughly enjoy watching public ex*cutions, 

If it were broadcasted on mainstream T.V.

That is why motherf*ckers only record sh*t with their phones,

Instead of calling for help before someone becomes “bygone”

 

So I say, f*ck ‘em all!

There’s no reason to fall,

For somebody that only wants to see you give it all,

To nothing

They only wanna see something,

If it somehow makes me a miserable monkey,

Ripping out all the hairs that are still attached to me

 

As I got older, I realized how selfish I was,

To live a meaningless life without a real purpose

I became the truth seeker,

To learn that life is actually deeper

And that adopting the victim mentality,

Was only a loser’s way to escape depravity

 

It took me a long time,

To understand why I was so despised

When I realized,

All the malicious rumors were lies

Opened my own eyes,

To the enemies in disguise

 

Thanks for all the pain, you guys,

Now I know how to weaponize;

So don’t be surprised of my ability,

Of taking away what isn’t mine

 

If I ever go to hell in my afterlife,

You’re gonna see me torment your *ss for all the pain and strife,

You caused me when I considered peace over conflict

I’m gonna cr*sp you up in a roast pit, 

Or some sh*t

 

Make your suffering worse than rubbing salt in the wounds

Make your pain endless, despite your endless moans

Make your *ss pucker like kids in abusive homes

Make your failure of a mother disown the pushover,

Whom she had borne

 

I don’t give a f*ck,

If you think I’m wicked for what I’m saying

I’ll punish you for eternity; you’ll remember my name

You were just a fake “friend” who tried to make me your property

Call me whatever you like,

Won’t change a f*cking thing

 

I hope you get sn*pped in half,

Like a piece of graham cracker

Take away,

All your senses of security, 

Like a kidnapper

Expose the worthlessness in your pathetic name

Haunt you in your dreams every night ‘til you go insane

 

Make a human casserole outta you, like the witch from Hansel & Gretel

Maybe swallow you whole like the fish from the f*cking Bible

I hope S*tan takes his d*mn time picking you apart,

If d*smantling you from limb to limb wasn’t carried out on my part

 

You can’t stop me,

Even if it means fighting fire with fire

For only vengeance lies in my heart, like Napoleon Bonaparte

It’s my only desire,

To make your every breathing moment dire

Cause you so much panic that to breathe, 

An inhaler would be required

 

My afflictions against you so extreme in violence,

That it makes merciless mob bosses constantly sweat,

Like someone who OD’d on Ritalin

That’ll surely remind you to never f*ck with me again,

Or else you’ll meet a devil you wish you had never met

 

So shocked by what you experienced, it’ll keep you bedridden,

But I won’t stop there, I’ll make sure you are permanently sickened

And on the day you drop from ch*king on your own blood, snot, and vomit,

Your d*sfigured face will be unintelligible,

For an open-casket

 

I hope you d*e slow

Make your f*cking head gradually grow,

Until it explodes

Ch*p away at what is left of your decaying bones

Pike a pole up your *ss like the relentless Dracula

B*at the living sh*t out of you with a flaming spatula

 

Drag your *ss across the globe, like Achilles in his chariot

Make the devils pry your mind like they did to Judas Iscariot

I want parasitic leeches to infest throughout your body,

S*ckin’ out all the blood from your chest ‘til your breasts,

Become nothing but skin

 

Get a thorny whip and sl*sh with it ‘til you stop screaming,

In agony

Use a sledgehammer to b*st out both your f*cking knees

B*ry you alive underground, so dark and deep,

That you, to yourself, begin to question reality 

 

Str*ngle you with a wire until you cease to breathe

Dr*wn you by tying you up with a counterweight, in the open sea,

As I watch your struggling *ss sink,

To the bottom of the mysterious abyss

 

G*t and filet you up worse than sashimi,

That you’d rather commit "samurai-style" h*rakiri

Make a stupid hat out of what is left of you

Use a flamethrower and f*y you up ‘til you become a messy goop,

Of g*ry splooge!

 

I want you dangling on a tightrope, 

Hovering above a pool of bloodthirsty sharks,

Desperately clinging for your life, then finally lose your grip and fall;

Plunging head first into the jaws of the great white beast

Your hopeless contribution yielding an opportune feast

 

I don’t give a f*ck!

I want the departed souls in the underworld,

To make your existence disappear, so sudden and abrupt,

And to dirty your f*cking name

Stick a time b*mb inside your brain,

Like a volcano ready to erupt,

So you can vanish without forewarning

 

Make you cry for all the things that you ever did to me

F*ck forgiveness; I want you to d*e in humility

Have all of your friends turn their backs on you,

As I watch them do the same harassment that you did upon me too

 

You may say I have psychop*thic tendencies,

To be thinking of all the gruesome possibilities,

Of c*strating you from your manhood,

But I don’t give a single f*ck as I believe you f*ckin’ should!

In fact, f*ck your entire family too!

 

You fake *ss, pretentious wannabe

You “poser-ed” your way through life instead of confronting it in earnesty

I guarantee,

Nobody knows your true self,

Not even you,

Which is why you once came to me lookin’ for help

 

You may claim I’m in no position to stand for justice,

For all I’m being is immensely self-righteous,

And even wrongfully so

But f*ck you, when did I criticize you,

For being bad

You’re just jealous I’m living the life you never had

 

If that’s the case, then make it my case,

To deface,

Your trembling soul so you become a carc*ss,

Of what remains

You better make it known,

That I’m no longer f*cking around,

With your p*ssy *ss posse of phony clowns

 

F*ckin’ try me,

I got nothin’ to lose,

For destroying your life is now my only purpose;

What a life worth to lose!

I’ll make you eat your own sh*t and dr*nk your own blood,

Hell, I’ll make sure you got no place to run

 

All the chances you were given have become of none,

And once my despicable deeds of misery are done,

I’ll ensure you no longer exist

Oh, it gives me bliss,

To think that you are stored away,

In a place where you won’t be missed

 

But before you begin to flee,

Just spread one message to your team;

“After being wronged by a ‘friend’ who stabbed him in the back,

The betrayed decided to recite an anthem of his only worthy plan,

For he was tired of trying to live righteously;

His sanity drifted away into disturbing thoughts of evil fantasies”

 

Here is my anthem;

F*ck all, be raw; I’m the embodiment of disdain, 

Got nothin’ to lose, born to fall; invite the pain,

Don’t need fake friends; I’m a deserter, a lone observer,

And I’m just as capable of committing murder;

A heartless perpetrator

 

I’m willing to sacrifice,

My only ticket to paradise,

If it grants me the chance to k*ll you,

In every recurring life

 

You shouldn’t have riled me up,

For now you are sh*t outta luck

You better duck!

Hide, run, pack your bags, do whatever the f*ck you can,

To get farthest away,

From me,

Your worst enemy,

The one who’ll seize the opportunity,

To d*file your life, for that is now my new destiny

 

I’ll take you down like Tony Montana;

I’ll shoot my way to the top and make your bum *ss followers scatter!

 

So I’ll say it once again,

You better make it known,

That I’m no longer f*cking around,

With you or your posse of phony clowns,

For only vengeance lies in my heart, like Bonaparte

I’m ready to die in order to make you my b*tch;

I’ll make you want to restart!

 

And make you think over about all the things you did to me,

When you were just a fake “friend” who tried to make me your property

Call me whatever you like, 

Won’t change a f*cking thing

So you better prepare for war, for I’m now capable of murder;

I’ll make it sting!

 

Give me all the best you got,

Prove to me you aren’t all the things you say you’re not

I’m all ears,

To hear,

Your cowardly thoughts

 

But I already know you’re gonna shrivel up in my presence,

For I have already devoted my entire purpose,

In diminishing your gene pool from the face of this earth

Er*sing you is my only mission

 

It wouldn’t take much to fold you into a f*cking pretzel,

Or ch*ke you out, so your brain succumbs to irreversible damage

Shred all the c*rtilage and lig*ments in your joints to make you a cripple

Make your pain so terrible it won’t be possible to manage,

That even professionals wouldn’t refer you to a hospital

 

I don’t claim to be sinless or perfect;

I’m just another self-entitled bigot

But at least I’m not scared anymore to t*rrorize your whole existence,

Give you an existential crisis,

Make everything you touch hotter than Indian spices

 

I’ll make you cry rivers of tears,

Until your carbon *ss is drenched in fear

I’m all ears,

To hear,

Your cowardly thoughts

 

But I already know you’re gonna shrivel up in my presence,

For I have already devoted my entire purpose,

In diminishing your gene pool from the face of this earth

Er*sing you is my only mission

 

F*ck all, be raw; I’m the embodiment of disdain, 

Got nothin’ to lose, born to fall; invite the pain,

Don’t need fake friends; I’m a deserter, a lone observer,

And I’m just as capable of committing murder;

A heartless perpetrator

 

-somebody that you wished you didn’t know

 

Comments

devoter786

Please, please, please! Realize this is NOT to be taken seriously. This work of art was only inspired and not my true intentions. I DO NOT advise or condone drug use/violence/sexual demeanors of any kind. This is only a FICTIONAL poem that was written and meant to be DISTASTEFUL. Please appreciate my work and effort, do not take it seriously whatsover. This is my second poem I have ever written, it took a lot of time and dedication to come up with this poem. Thank you. Please feel free to leave any comments (positive or negative) as any feedback is welcomed.

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