red stain within my throat,
dark sin upon my hands,
smile touch my lips,
I hope this joy never ends...
joy of torture, see their pain...
joy of their screams, as they break...
joy of their life, in my hands...
joy of doing it, all over again...
hear them cry, and plead for death...
hear them scream, for their last breath...
watch them beg me, for their end...
laugh as their minds break and bend...
for everything they chose to do,
I will create their pain anew...
as they slip into the darkness,
and I pull them out again,
feel the pleasure as I make them pay,
for their selfish sins....
the children gone shall hear their screams,
even the angels will laugh,
as they plead and cry for their end,
that will not come to pass...
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awsomeness
brought me to tears, as always your poetry moves me
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bro have i ever told you that you got serious issues...oh well they make you fun
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Awesome write. great imageryey that we crazies know and love...
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