BANG-BANG
Goes the thumping
The beating of her skull
Mutilated by my tool
Of disgusted pleasure.
She was a sickening girl
Not much to look at,
To chew at, to eat…
The only pleasure she could give a man
Was her chest laid in front of me
Still…lifeless
Delicious
Who would think that such a whore,
Could change my world
Make me detest the very sliver of movement
In her chest…Her revolting bossum
She came to me in the synagogue
Asking for…forgiveness
Like a prostitute…
A foul creature of the night.
I heard no words
Only the beating, thumping…
Thumpity-thump of the wench
BANG-BANG
With her beautiful screech into the night
My hammer, my friend
Two beautiful cracks…with red velvet
My amorous sight.
I could not stand the sight of her
Alive…
Begging for…mercy.
…ridiculous...
Author notes
The priest's sign, they all knew...two oozing gaps in a whore's skull, gifted to them by a broken hammer....With a note beside them reading one word: "Ridiculous."
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Old school over tones with modern a modern feel. It twists my stomach. I dig it.
Doug -
hahahaha nice. i enjoyed how it was a clergyman that did the murdering =]] best of luck!
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Doug
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