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Jan 2021
The Sheriffs Daughter

It was a small town in Ohio
Hebron was it’s name
But evil became the reason
For its claim to fame

He was the newly appointed sheriff
A widower with a daughter to support
They moved into a small house at the
Edge of town, a cute place with a carport

So this made her the new girl in town
But something about her wasn’t right
Soon the kids started making fun of her
And she cried herself to sleep each night

As the days went on he noticed
She seemed to be struggling with depression
Despite all of her attempts to show that
She was happy,he saw through her deception

He wasn’t sure if it was the new surroundings
Or if she was just missing her mother
It never occurred to him that her
Sadness was caused by something other

One day there was a mysterious homicide
A teenage boy met a strange demise
He was found naked beneath the football
Bleachers and he was missing his eyes

Weeks went by into the investigation
But they had very little in the way of clues
Then a girl was found by the creek in the
Same peculiar way, making National news

The new sheriff had his hands full
But with his daughter he’s less concerned
And very relieved of that stress for
It seems her smile has returned

As time went by the homicides continued
Bringing darkness with each Dawn
She was careful in her planing as she
Vowed to get them all one by one

The sheriff was still clueless as her
Classmates are now all gone
Each of them found naked and no eyes
What caused such evil to spawn

She’s the last one my baby is next
The sheriff was burdened with strife
She was his whole world
Especially after the loss of his wife

That evening he found her asleep in
The yard beneath the stars
And he made a grim discovery, the cabinet
In the shed was filled with mason jars

Each jar containing one set of eyes
And labeled with the victims name
As his tears began to flow he felt guilty
For he held himself to blame

He carried her to her room and he
Gently placed her in her bed
Her journal was on her desk open to
The last page, and the words written read

When they looked at me they saw ugly
So I took their eyes and force them to see
Each night before I go to bed
I make those eyes look at me 👀

They picked on me daily and they were evil
And that’s the reason for their slaughter
I guess they’ve learned their lesson
You don’t mess with the sheriffs daughter

Written By: Charles Kean
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Chuck Kean
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Chuck Kean  62/M/Ohio
(62/M/Ohio)   
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