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David Kellen Grow

Happy-hearted but not all there

His awkward smile lingers through my mind

             Peaceful,

             Yet Unforunate

That staggering physique & that waddling

            walk & that dauntful dance & that

            unstable eye: a precise entailment

            of his persona,  

                       though never ******

                                   never vacant

                                   never violent

 

                      ...UNTIL NOW

 

when the demon of his soul prevails

       no mercy

                     no mercy

                                    no mercy

Not even for a loving mother; a loving

     mother who provided a comforting

     home & the essential care & three

     daily dishes of food & the one thing

     a loving mother provides best:

              Unconditional Love

      

He is now ripped of a warm heart; will

he ever find salvation?

 

I hope so.

 

His possessed actions are ample

punishment and will eventually

tear the boy to shreds:

 

Those memories of an unreasonable death;

            a death that spilt blood into every

            crevice of his character

Those memories of innocent bloodshed;

             the blood of his own race...the

          same blood that stirs in his viens

Those memories of pure insanity;

    an insanity that taught anger

    the ways of mutilation

Those memories of his murdered mother;

         a "horrendous" scene that plays on

         constant repeat in his head

...and those future memories of remorse;

                    remorse for his ***** deeds

                     of spontaneous psychosis

 

Yet,

his awkward smile

still lingers through

my mind

 

 

https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=349987311783508&set;=a.298260023622904.72189.100003167250519&type;=1&theater;

 

"There is without a doubt that this kid has something possessing him... I believe it wasn't him who killed the mother he loved with all his heart, how can such a kindhearted loving teenager change in less than two months and ****** the woman who loved him the most and who he loved. This teenager has a demon inside him.... look at the pictures ya'll.... on the right is him less than six months ago. He doesn't even look the same...."

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Feb 23, 2013
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