Mystery Poem

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I had written this a while ago, and it scared me half to death when I found it. This is an example of my mind when I get mad. Don't know what at, I just know I was mad.

Submitted: December 06, 2010

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Blood is wanted for the crime

Unfortunately this worthless piece of slime

cannot give as he has none

so let the roads run red with blood

of children, women, men, and animals too,

the slaughter won't end until the races are through.

Let pale corpses lay on the cold hard ground,

and let not a single living being be found.

And when the day is finally done,

while the sun is setting, let's kill the sun.

Muder the lifebringer so it shan't return

and let the skies run down with fire that burns

away the death caused by me

and I shall finally find my peace.


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