I see a dark hearse,
The death toll is high,
It’s a terrible curse,
How soon until I die?
Dead people are buried,
In tombs for three,
Many were married,
With a happy family,
Their bloody torsos are now dismembered,
Their families are next,
They will not be remembered
The murderer is a vex,
He strikes one at a time,
Their death is slow,
It’s a terrible crime,
Yet he kills like a pro,
Nobody will live,
That is for sure,
A crime you can’t forgive,
I am definitely sure
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
a murder poem
Posted by lone poet at 9:22 PM
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1 comments:
This is amazing... where did you get the idea ?
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