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The mistery is...mistery itself.


Submitted:Mar 3, 2013    Reads: 33    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


"Shoot The Nun"

I drove-off,

Again watching, same house,

white and red;

curiosity killed the cat,

someone said; Still!

perceiving the call, the call from,

white and red, house; why?

my doubt; clouds to clouds,

I tremor, cold sweat,

is charging terror; inside my head!

should I stop? go! inside! go!

need to verify; I must!

my state of mind, is so, high!

to go in there; thy me scare,

damnation; white-red-evil-house,

phantom; en-route,

I shall not; I say, I will not,

open, that gun-case,

from, white-red-house.

By: Juli Monat

Copyright (c) 2013





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