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I look upon you with vengeance bloodlust in my veins we used to have an alliance Now, all I see is blood stains and pieces of what used to be. My hatred for you all caused your brutal deaths the blood on the white satin sheet caused by my self- indulgence to feast on flesh. If it wasn't for the chain saw I would have killed you with my sharp teeth especially when you crawl that just amplifies my psychotic rage You father I loved our brawl you would **** anyone for a quick dollar If it wasn't for little sis and mother tables would have turned to a free-for-all Oh, my dear mother you of all people should know not to run adrenaline pumping heart thumping blood coagulating I strangled you, mother no remorse found as you stared defenseless into those dark glassy eyes of what used to be brown now stone cold as ice blacker than the void of darkness After, father and mother were dead then, it was off with brother's head and for little sis well she was chopped into little pieces. For this is the Death Toll
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Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
The Death Toll
I look upon you with vengeance bloodlust in my veins we used to have an alliance Now, all I see is blood stains and pieces of what used to be. My hatred for you all caused your brutal deaths the blood on the white satin sheet caused by my self- indulgence to feast on flesh. If it wasn't for the chain saw I would have killed you with my sharp teeth especially when you crawl that just amplifies my psychotic rage You father I loved our brawl you would **** anyone for a quick dollar If it wasn't for little sis and mother tables would have turned to a free-for-all Oh, my dear mother you of all people should know not to run adrenaline pumping heart thumping blood coagulating I strangled you, mother no remorse found as you stared defenseless into those dark glassy eyes of what used to be brown now stone cold as ice blacker than the void of darkness After, father and mother were dead then, it was off with brother's head and for little sis well she was chopped into little pieces. For this is the Death Toll
I think thus, far this is my best poem.
brandon-cook
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Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
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