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A Scratch for Death
Contributed by
jyssvw
on
Wednesday, 23rd February 2005 @ 01:02:23 PM in AEST
Topic:
AmericanTragedy
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Mangled Bodies in a Ditch
A Scratch for Death he had to Itch
Ripped apart at the limb
The neck from the head, around the rim
Fingers and nails torn to shreds
While his family slept softly in their beds
A killer in my mind, but not his own
Doing Gods work, his life on loan
Deranged and psychotic, we may say
Holy and Heaven-bound, he will not delay
How has this man, once a boy
Flown this plane, like a plastic toy
Right Smack - into the heart of our World
All for heavens gold, virgins and pearls
A sickening sight for all who saw
This killer cared not of the lives he tore-
Apart, From good and bad
His hate is just plain sad
So sit and Cry and Never forget
The bodies and Faces you never Met.
Copyright ©
jyssvw
... [
2005-02-23 13:02:23] (Date/Time posted on
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