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Baptized

Dampness sets upon my soul,
my torment drives me wild
Being tortured by those ghastly thoughts,
the horrors of a child

Mom was just a drunken whore,
her stench still fills my head
She deserved: the fate she bore that day,
its better that she’s dead

Sometimes she sold me to her friends,
hell; I was just a kid
The heinous things they did to me,
especially when I hid

Now I’m here to cleanse the world,
to wash away their sins
The nasty ones, those dirty whores,
that’s where I will begin

I lurk the streets to find a bitch,
a trampy little brat
“You want a date” I’ll give them one,
they think my wallets fat

They get inside my dirty van,
this ride will be their last
Prayers won’t save them; nothing will,
from transgressions of the past

Binding them by hands and feet,
I slowly strip them bare
The sweet sounds of their violent screams,
I smell fear in the air

Then wash them in a scalding bath,
they’re sanctified by fire
Water so hot it melts their souls,
lighting my desires

To rinse them in a tub of ice,
it chills them to the bone
All the while I strap my knife,
this deadly blade I hone

I cut the lies out one by one,
tear wicked from their flesh
Anguish eats them up alive,
they cry and start to thresh

Writhing from the pain,
as now I rinse them all in bleach
The final stage of cleaning,
for those to whom; I’ve tried to preach

I bleed them dry to save their souls,
the taint runs out blood red
Saved now from their filthy ways,
those nasty festered beds

Cleaning them off; dressing them up,
cheerfully they all wear white
Smiling faces so happy to be,
saved now from the night

Some have halos, some wear wings,
they are as innocent as day
Exactly who they should have been,
before going astray

No more putrid mom’s to be,
no more child selling whores
All have been baptized into my world,
settled all their wanton scores

The freezer is where I’ll hang them now,
in rows their neatly stacked
In order of their sins and age,
why they first were tracked

No more sins will they commit,
all cleaned of what they’ve done
The world is now a better place,
then when I’d first begun

Author notes

The Daily Gazette

Today police found a freezer truck with bodies of thirty two missing young women. It was on a farm north of Detroit, in Jersey county. The Commissioner said they had suspects in custody and were looking for any information on the whereabouts of the owner of the property. If anyone has any information please contact James Wesley of the Jersey county sheriff’s office. Many of the bodies have not yet been identified, the killer is still at large.

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  • lovingpoet
    March 28
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    now that I got some points thaought you would love some and good luck


  • lovingpoet
    March 28
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    now that I got some points thaought you would love some and good luck


  • lovingpoet
    March 24

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    Wow very nice and I am glad that I am a good girl it gave me shivers thany you for sharing it in the contest


  • LadyDementia gold member
    November 21, 2008

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    Congrats on the gold!!

    A wonderfully dark and chilling tale you've told, the imagery is delightfully raw and gritty! A superb piece superb rhyme and flow to boot! Congrats on the gold and good luck in the final!


  • Dark Otter
    November 20, 2008

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    Ouch!

    A brilliant dark write with outstanding imagery. The descriptions of the killer's MO and the AN's rock. Your killer is a 'true psychopath'.


  • SatuRn Grotesk
    November 19, 2008

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    ::chills:: This is a very chilling tale and reminds me a bit of the 1st season of Dexter.

    Brilliantly written, and the ryhme scheme is good too.

    Good luck Fellow Poet

    SatuRn


  • Ktulu Blackwolfe silver member
    November 11, 2008
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    WOW, this has a Rob Zombie feel to it, especially with your authors notes. My favorite part of this was this part

    I cut the lies out one by one,
    tear wicked from their flesh
    Anguish eats them up alive,
    they cry and start to thresh

    Well done.

    **Ktulu Blackwolfe**


  • Recluse Writer gold member
    November 9, 2008

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