He makes his move, much affliction
His enemies left in a painful position
He feels no grief for the lives he stole
He'll take you down to the place he calls the rathole
The place is dark and cold
Victims surrounded by chains and mold
A mutter, a hackle
Many bound in shackle
They are not considered slaves
Just beings to fill the vacant crevices of these caves
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Author:
DeadDuck (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is supposed to potray a small bit of my past involving abuse. It's about a man I knew, I perceive as a rat-like man. He never committed murder that I know of, but it makes me think about how he said he hurt many to feel less empty, which didn't make much sense at the time, until I really put thought into it, so I decided I should write about it.
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Comments1
This is just brilliant
Love it DD...
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