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THEY F*CKED A KNIFE

Poetry By: boondocksaints
Young adult



yep... K. So. Member im on a phone, no computer. So format is fuckedup. But the periods mean next line. Say each sentence fast to get into the ri thyme that i was in while writing. Thanx for reading. People that take the time to post: i take the time to check out your writings. Thankya


Submitted:Jan 16, 2012    Reads: 45    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


I spent my life fighting a battle that was written by the pen of satan. He wrote the names of the men that went to my house and raped them. My wife and daughter were laid across our antique kitchen table. After fucking them one went upstairs to literally rob the cradle. He took my baby and tossed her out the second floor window. She landed in a road with an approaching eightteen wheeler. Now my family is dead and all I have is a killers' forgotten wallet. I know his address and I wish to give him one free bullet. I'm coming over and nobody but me knows my intentions. The hardest part will be for me to make all my decisions. I could go with the bullet through their fucking brains. Or saw off their limbs as slow as possible to prove that I'm insane. Anything to get the point across better not fuck with my life. They fucked my family in other words they fucked a knife.




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