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March of Evil Deeds.

Poetry By: SL Knight
Thrillers



There has been a divide, and the question will arise. What do we do when we get to the otherside?


Submitted:Jan 18, 2012    Reads: 20    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


WE SLIT OUR WRISTS AND LICK'EM CLEAN,

TAKE OFF SHIRTS AND THROW OUR JEANS.

THIS IS A LAND FAR WORSE THEN HELL,

WHERE THE STENCH OF DEATH IS ALL YOU SMELL.

WE MURDER PEOPLE JUST FOR FUN,

WE EAT OUR DINNERS WITH OUR GUNS.

WE DON'T BURN WITCHES AT THE STAKE,

WE INGEST BLOOD AND THE DEVILS CAKE.





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