the dungeon of his youth spawned
him drunk and angry
beatings turn him into stone
he feels none of her pain
as he slits her throat
the pervert who played with his dick
when he was a kid
opened his mind to devilish options
They drew first blood
He moves among them acting
like what they want him to be
until he can be the one he is
the one who would drive them away
if they were left alive
he wished life was fair
when he was the little boy lost
now that justice would strike him down
he's glad it isn't real
as he taps on your shoulder
and smiles pleasent
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Tuesday, April 25, 2006
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