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life, death, and mercilous rape

Contributed by PoOkSiE on Friday, 23rd April 2004 @ 04:03:10 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



the people who want to live
are the ones who get screwed over and die
and the people who get stuck with the life
are those who wanted to commit suicide

cause little susey
never thought that she'd die young
she sawl the man approaching her
and tried but couldn't run

he took out his weapon
and shot her in her chest
sawl the blood dripping down her clevage
and knew the perfect way to lay her body to rest

he took off her blood soaked
lavender t shirt
and began to slide his hand
way up her skirt

he ripped off her panties
he could hear her cry
and knew it wouldn't be long
until she finaly died

he tore through her body
raping her mercicously
by the time he had finished
her soul was floating free

he left the traces of himself
way deep inside of her
did she die somewhere in the middle of the act?
he just wasn't sure

some people found her later
naked in the cold
that same night
her family was told

everyone knew it was tragic
everyone was really scared
but as they cried for their loved one
the pervert was already paired

with his next vitim
a beatiful young girl
the things he did to her
would make your hair curl

but he had a thing for these virgins
capturing the essence of death
enjoying an orgasm
as his victim took their last breath




Copyright © PoOkSiE ... [ 2004-04-23 16:03:10]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: life, death, and mercilous rape (User Rating: 1 )
by Jackee_line on Friday, 23rd April 2004 @ 04:05:42 PM AEST
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very good write.
Well done


Re: life, death, and mercilous rape (User Rating: 1 )
by Merry on Friday, 23rd April 2004 @ 05:48:14 PM AEST
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a dark commentary on our times and the atrocities that are headlines - where do these monsters come from?
A very edgy peice of writing -

merry


Re: life, death, and mercilous rape (User Rating: 1 )
by Remy on Saturday, 24th April 2004 @ 03:29:45 PM AEST
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*shudders* f***ing sickos, i hate perverts like that... sad to think they're still allowed to roam the streets...
~Remy~




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