Postal is Love, Postal is Death

Postal is love Postal is death Redux

 

I was only 9 years old 

I loved postal dude so much 

I owned all the games in the franchise 

I pray to postal dude every night before bed 

Thanking him for the life I’ve been given 

“postal is love” I’de say “postal is death”

 

My dad hears me and calls me a psychopath 

I knew he was just jealous of my devotion to postal dude 

I call him a spineless coward

 

He smacks me in the face with his belt and tells me to go to sleep

I’m lying in my cold bed

I’m crying now and my face hurts

I feel a warmth coming towards me

I feel something touch me 

Its postal dude 

I’m so happy

 

He whispers in my ear “I regret nothing”

He pulls out his shotgun and holds it to my head 

“I’m ready to die” I say as pumps his shotgun ready to fire 

He shoots my head off

My brains splatter across my bedroom wall 

blood is squirting from my neck as my body fall on my bed 

 

Postal dude looks happy with his work 

He sees a golden opportunity 

Postal flips my body over and rips of my pyjamas 

He spreads my butt-cheeks 

 

He quickly penetrates my bum-hole 

My body shakes as Postal dude fills my bum-hole with his meat 

My bum-hole was bleeding and tearing apart 

I wish I was alive to experience it

Postal dude spent ours making passionate love to my corpse 

 

After hours of love making 

Postal dude finally filled my body with his love

It quickly filled my intestines and stomach 

Eventually squirting out from my neck 

 

After his work was done 

He looked over my corpse and said “now the flowers will grow” 

He quickly jumped out of my window and ran off into the night 

leaving a trail of blood and cum 

 

Postal is love Postal is death