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Blind

Contributed by Butterat_Zool on Wednesday, 23rd April 2003 @ 04:41:40 AM in AEST
Topic: Badlanguage



My god, she was beautiful,
he said at her funeral,
lowering the casket
into the mud.

My god, she was bright,
he said, glancing right
to see her dead mother
blowing her nose.

My god, she was nice,
he said for the price
of six thousand dollars
to bury the girl.

My god, she was good,
he said to the wood
in the ground that would never
see daylight again.

My god she was slow,
he thought as he showed
pity to those
surviving the dead.

My god, she was soft.
He thought of the cough
that she made as a sign
of her ending life.

My god, she was loud
when she left that large crowd
and went in the rain
to take off her clothes.

My god, she could scream,
it was just like a dream
just feeling her tremble
and hearing her beg.

My god, it was sad
the way she made me stab
her three hundred times
with the knife in my hand.

My god, it was art.
Her legs stayed apart
just to long enough to
impregnate her corpse.

My god, it was beautiful.
He preached at her funeral
with six grand in his pocket
and a secret he hid.




Copyright © Butterat_Zool ... [ 2003-04-23 04:41:40]
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Re: Re: Blind (User Rating: 1 )
by on Wednesday, 23rd April 2003 @ 06:46:28 PM AEST
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interesesting... i liked it... ohh the people we have leading the major religions... i think this is the first work i have read by u... well keep it up ~Apryl


Re: Re: Blind (User Rating: 1 )
by on Tuesday, 29th April 2003 @ 04:32:48 PM AEST
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I loved this! Its very corrupt. Very sick, but moving. I hope that this itsn't a true story. Keep up the great writes!


Re: Re: Blind (User Rating: 1 )
by on Monday, 1st September 2003 @ 01:43:40 AM AEST
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WOW... I am completely stunned.. Almost speachless.. I totally did NOT expect that ending.. Giving that this isn't a true story, It's a beautiful example of how masterful your mind works when you set pen to paper. You held my attention and kept me suspenseful of who this guy really was... I loved it, keep up the good work!

*~*Crys*~*




 

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