"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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