Murder Of The Dead Poem by Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu

April 26th,2016,
400 years will it be,
Since your death;
Yet, you are still alive,
Living more than the living,
Oh Shakespeare!
Are you such a beast without a heart?
No!
I won't give you longer time,
I am Okoemu!
Better than you, the god of literature,
Come 2016,
You will die again,
And Okoemu will be your killer,
I will watch your blood flow,
I will kneel before your flowing blood,
Raise the sword that slain you on high;
In victory!
And smile a smile of bravery.
I will wash my two hands,
Up to my elbow in your red blood,
I will wash my feet on it too.
I will fill my wineskin with your blood,
I will sip and gulp,
And I will walk over you.
Then, I will bury you honourably,
And stand on your golden grave,
And I will write,
And new writers will write,
And we new writers will dominate the earth,
We will send your name on extinct,
And others like T.S. Eliot, B.W Yeast, James Hardly Chase amongst other,
Who will refuse to go extinct,
Shall suffer your fate.
I am killing you O'William Shakespeare a second time come 2016.
I am taking over.
And my reign will be more than yours.
-Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu