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01-15-2009, 08:18 PM | #1 |
Still Watching My Back
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How bout some poetry and writing
Anybody like to write? post comments or your own work.
I wrote this one after hearing about a child being abused. Wisper from a Butterly I know your secret. A butterfly whispered it in my ear. A beautiful soul you have torn. Sweet and delicate innocence you have taken. You shall be hunted above all men. Run… run fast, run hard for this will sweeten the chase. You shall be bound to your transgressions and they shall be taken by the pain of your flesh. Your torn and bleeding body will be placed on a bed of thorns and shall be tossed in a shallow grave before you breath your last. In this tomb, an image of your victim will remain Your eyes shall be pierced with the fangs of vipers so you will see this image. You will implore to look away and your supplication will not be answered. Screams of torment and agony will go unheard and you will receive no relief. A tree shall be planted next to this grave and it will feed on your rotting flesh It shall be cursed for this and die. It will crash to the ground and crush your bones. Your evil soul will be ripped from you and the hound of hell shall feast on all that is left. You are no more. Your wretched existence is forgotten but one. Only God can comfort the precious butterfly that whispered in my ear. May God cast his love and heal broken wings. May God forgive my hatred and transgressions.
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Ken |