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He Who Has Become Death

Contributed by solidsnake116 on Friday, 14th November 2008 @ 06:03:42 PM in AEST
Topic: psychoticpoems

i'm walkin down the street with my trusty axe
i put in someones face, i'm a maniac
i walk into a dennys some dudes pushin a mop
i put my axe in his throat and watch his body drop
then i run, and i run straight to a wal mart
when my axe goes a swingin the bodies come apart
in my twisted mind there is no rights and no wrongs
just the axe in my hand and your neck where it belongs

time flys by now its dark outside
so i grab my knife and go for ride
all i got now is my mind but its dark
and these wicked a** demons tell me to embark
so i go on a midnight stroll through the park
i got my 9 inch knife gonna tear someone apart

i see a high school and let out my wicked call
it hits me like a brick i got to f***** kill em all
what happened next i don't quite recall
all i remeber is death and blood as i watch the bodies fall
heads and bodies and gore decorate the hall
but i stayed too long i had too much fun
when the coppers showed up i had to run
but they caught me in the streets and got me with the gun
bullets through my flesh and now my life is f***** done

Copyright © solidsnake116 ... [ 2008-11-14 18:03:42]
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Re: He Who Has Become Death (User Rating: 1 )
by Voice of the Silent on Friday, 14th November 2008 @ 07:25:23 PM AEST
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You don't even know what a twisted mind is
great poem but back to my point you have no twisted mind
Truly the people who have the twisted minds are the ones who have been told they are sane
I don't have a twisted mind so what does that make me?
oh and a bit of advice not every line has to rhyme
but again great write
Hope to read more
-kelly

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