Razors ripping flesh bone bludgeoned steel
Last breaths are taken by the Reaper's will
No first born son no Seventh Daughter
Under a murderous fist they shall all find slaughter
A murderer's sins are known only to him as his victims have most certainly have found silence
When the killing begins he unconsciously grins as he's now just a creature of violence
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Author:
Mugsdaddy (
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Good write as a poem. Oh you've started early for Halloween. I wished that season didn't start at all really!
After reading your oh so dark Halloween poem, Mugsdaddy, I for one am going to stay in my bedroom during that day! Well, ok, I'stay in the kitchen with a glass of wine to keep the dark thoughts away!
Nothing says trick or treat like a good bottle of wine.
Mugsdaddy
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