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[bodytext] => He smiles while she’s dying Watches her eyes go dark Thinks he’s doing her a favor Feeding a hungry shark They cry as she lies so still Placed by experienced hands So sadly run-of-the mill So greatly in demand She watches from the heavens As he takes another one down Again to bond and sever Again to break and drown Another bed is vacant A funeral in the pouring rain Another life is taken A death filled with suffering, pain Another family mourns As their child is buried before her time Another heart is torn As he opens another bottle of wine He doesn’t understand his sins He only wants to get revenge For what his mother did To him before they buried her in that trench When they beg him for their lives With their dying breaths He hears her words, like throwing knives And revels in “her” death He leaves them there to rot Like he would have done to her If only she had simply got Exactly what she had deserved In his mind its only right That he get justice for his sorrowful life By stopping their hearts at night By murdering them to relieve his strife And when he grips them in his hands And the tears stream down their faces As he carries out his demented plans He sees small semblance traces Of her and her maternal heartlessness And when its done…. he feels he can rest [comments] => 5 [counter] => 197 [topic] => 43 [informant] => darkplaidbabe [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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