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Rip, Stab, Die

Poetry By: SynethGurl

This one is going to be gory if you can't handle alot of blood then i suggest you don't read this.

Submitted:May 5, 2011    Reads: 51    Comments: 0    Likes: 2   

I see him standing before me sitting in his dark green hoodie

looking twiztid and evil as i remember him

his words that he murmurs under his breath chills me to the bone

knowing this will be the final fight

i take out my already bloody hatchet

licking the blood off it i savior the taste of death

soon enough its going to be his blood that coats this beautiful weapon

I make the first move but he dodges with his katana

where i'm more modern in my choice of weapons he perfers

swords of the japanese era

I run close to him and swing near his head but he ducks

he flicks his wrist and catches me in the stomach

holding on to the wound i take my hatchet and i swing

his head goes flying

didn't take much to kill the poor foul

I walk close to him

falling right next to him

i hack him into pieces

leaving it there for any hungry animals to eat

as i walk away i murmur under my breath

goodbye old friend you fought well but not well enough


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