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Murder in the 1st degree

Poetry By: wanderingbeauty
Poetry



don't worry Frank, when they bury the body ill make sure they put it in the corner... where you would be most at home. ^.^


Submitted:Feb 2, 2009    Reads: 112    Comments: 12    Likes: 7   


Your mind in a daze
Your vision a haze

Swinging in the air
Your arms they tear

As your held in position
For a keen blades insertion

Diced and sliced
Isn't that nice

Evil dreams
From a wicked regime

You scream and fight
While I hold the knife

I laugh at your trouble
Making you squirm on the double

And watching you squirm
Makes me burn

With passionate glee
Oh just listen to me!

Your life is now mine
Tiss so divine

Jack is back
Or so you said
Listen up pal
Because Jack is dead





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