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Nov 2014
You *******.
You, ****..****.

Backwoods bury ideals of true southern comfort
My tears are no longer cleansing nor purifying
I have escaped my sanity

******* IT. YOU *******.
CONFEDERATE FLAG WAVING *******.

**** or be killed
Oh, you stupid *******.....
That's my family, my friends, my companions
Four legged fur ***** who only cared to run

YOU *******

I'll find you and the poison soaked food you offer my friends
I'm sure they smiled at you
I'm sure you were kind
I'm sure you caressed them with care
Then with that cursed devil's grin

YOU SON OF *****
YOU KILLED MY FAMILY

I hear her now...

Her name is Gabby
Gabriel when I'm angry.
She the last one and I hear her begging mercy..

"Please."

I'll do what you've done to them
See if your hunting grounds free
I hope it was worth every bit of the poison
Because it shall come back in threes.
The sad part of this is that it is true... I live in the country and, to be short, things are different here. Men have no mercy on animals at times. So, a man who was bothered my dogs on his property, had a confrontation with my father. Three days later, today, our dogs began coughing off some steaks cubes that were not even digestible. When my father called the man he simply said, "Such a shame to see them go." I never point fingers, but I will point a loaded barrel.
Beaux
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Beaux  TX
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