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Aug 2011
Streetwalkers cackle softly



In the shadows of fear



Crippled assassins aim yet, misfire



As the barrels scream off





Into the sweaty swamps



That comprise their genitals



Now as I walk down the highway



A thousand distraught eyes gawk





And like fire they fiercely devour my flesh



Lacing the tissues with a searing tinge of death



Their virulent words no more than merely one syllable



******* fascinating colors akin to the aurora borealis





As swiftly they saunter off into the midnight sky



Soaring beyond the moon, making love to the stars



My eyes had never before witnessed such a tragedy



A tragedy so freakishly mesmerizing to the human eye





Knives drive angrily from the anuses



Of these vile creatures



Roaring deliberate echoes of sinful songs



To raze innocence





Opaque as the ****** of an eclipse,



They ******* to anguish



While intoxicated by the drunken memories



Of traumatic childhoods





The happy hour appears as the knives



****** blood upon ****** flesh



Vomiting up every sour ache of intense hate



That plagues their hearts





The avenue to freedom will draw



A dreadful sacrifice of time and patience



It will spawn mannequins to mimic



the choreography of every move we make





The ultimate battle has



Dawned across the horizon



Guard your loved ones



For havoc will soon arise
Glenn McCrary
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