Architect Of Trouble Poem by umoh cyril

I enjoy the blood spewing,
The gnashing of teeth,
Trouble that is brewing,
Every time I speak,

I sleep in blood,
Waiting for the next victim,
To fall unto the mud,
Or perhaps be eaten,

I construct the perfect plan,
To make the whole world bleed,
The disaster that I plan,
Strong enough to make the eyes bleed,

Am the architect of trouble,
Who never sleeps at night,
Making the whole world rumble,
When the time is right.