Suffer, bleed, drained, I cry.
though sooner or later we
but to penetrate my flesh___
w| weapons only visible after there's a lot less.
Could you be any more satisfied w| the mess?
The sorrow you've caused,
grief & pain.
Look at the hearts of my family, the wrist of my friends.
but this is your 4th murder, much more to gain. . .
Grace & finesse, you've displayed.
Suttle killing spree, slowly delayed,
Watching them all slip long ways away.
But you get a kick out of the pain I feel everyday.
It's been long enough for my hatred to grow and my mentality to change.
& to bring back the lives you stolen, would be not only in vain.
But a sin against the Lord, for he holds them close,
W| my tears, while they protect me he let's them rain. . .
Cancer, I see you aren't going to change your ways.
A few more years.
Maybe that plus days.
My family has had enough of your monstrous murdering ways.
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