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Times Gal
Give it back she demanded
He took the small barrel
Off the table of her 22 pistol
Saturday Night Killer being cleaned
Or it wouldn't fire as *****
This gal was bad ***
All the effing way
She cut the metal tips
Off the 9mm slugs
Making them dum dum bullets
Took your face off
A mess like a 22 slug
Tho laughed at lethal
Like the small gal
He put the barrel back
It was well machined
She smiled and assembled the gun
Time to work later
Keah Jones Aug 6
They say it is a silent killer
but I have never heard a din so loud as the chemicals consume my brain
the voices in my head screaming for more
coercing my conscience

"just one, wait, that wasn't enough, a little more.. just a little more"

over and over
the cycle repeats
again and again

My heart is racing
my body is numb
I exhale
all the hurt
all the haunting memories

over and over
the cycle repeats
again and again

"just one, wait, that wasn't enough, a little more.. just a little more"
BEWARE seniors are targeted for demolition
They make it look like an accidental solution
First patient visits general doctor then you are asked to fill in tons of weird questionnaire asking specifically how many relatives are still that care about your well being
Upon filling up fraudulent medical required paperwork asking front desk for a copy of documents it's denied and any attempts to complain about the issue they make you into a crazy person with dementia and enter fraudulent
illness codes on file trashing medical records and patient healthy otherwise will be targeted.

If going for a simple UTI antibiotics
are denied and visits to dentist
patient made to wait until all patients have left
To inject poisons  into patients mouth.
Patient is often asked to submit to invasive tests
ordered by visiting unlicenced nurses
instead of doctors
Most general doctors never get involved
they allow the evil doer greedy ******* to do away with their evil deed for a cut in the fraudulent life insurance.
The patients family is usually victimized they lie divide and plot to ****** the loving sage wise relative that was made into a estranged.

Most crooked doctors patients have a list of life insurances fraudulent in nature which they renew and then extort the money from victimized
grown  next of kin .
Trashing the innocent elderly parent
even more to the eyes of patients grown kids
to  embarrass them.
Later years later the patient has been tortured infected on purpose during minor medical procedures
But all you crooks on *******
habitual drug user morons
crooks are not above the law
Publishing this awareness
that what happened to us
is happening
to your loved ones somewhere else 
in this amazing superpower heavenly USA
becoming a **** hole disgrace
called North America
with it's madness rampart
mass shootings
and covert greedy medical Neo Natzis
Abusing medicare Medicaid system
Pre meditating the killing maiming of elderly.
Now martial law continues
targeting senior population US citizens
in hospitals.

Define all this hell life going wrong
hate crimes against beautiful courageous
dodging bullet immigrants.
Like myself.
As to the evil greedy psychopath's
trashing me to the 11 winds to my family
beware I pray Psalm 109
**** murderers human trafficants
To the jealous Liz W and Henry R W
His ****** twisted girl friend
evil nurse sociopath sterile
haina with the fraudulent birth certificates
Some idiot bailed you out of ******* and you implicated me sold my child my life for your evil deeds and bad habits
Your evil doer now you're made public.
All of you are on the FBI list being
You will be cought imprisoned
with each crime you attempt
to commit
You will be made to pay.
My parents didn't birth me for you to ****** me pregnant and stalk me a fife time **** of of Earth in USA
JAM Oct 2022
"So the pen is mightier? who'da'thunk'it."
He said to the bleeding man tied down
to a messed, stained, bed.

The bound man figured,
even though he just got
to an LA plagued
by criminals, killers, and copy-cats,
that he wasn't getting out of here whole,

Holding a pen knife,
red-faced and sweating,
was his captor.
It had been a struggle
to awake and realize
who stood before him:

The exact killer he'd been looking for.
He had heard about him in the Halo Herald,
An LA pun, it's not very popular,
but he liked the funny section.

"Are you just going to stand there?"
The bound man says, eagerly,
"Hey bud, you're the hanged man,
I'll do the talking."

"It's about time!"


"I'd been waiting.
heard you'd be at that
open mic. Knew you liked
the mealy type."

"Shuddup or I'll write you off."

Quill runs his pen knife over the bound man's right cheek.

"Stings a little.
Usually, I start with a rufie
and emotional damage.
But it looks like you
want to cut to the chase.
I'm a man of a similar mind.

"Nobody's like me dude."

The bound man locks eyes with Quill.

"What're your trophies? huh?
I read you like to drain your victims,
cook'em dry.
don't you use their blood and powdered remains as ink?
Short stories or something?"

"Oh, an avid reader?! it's your lucky day:
you get to be part of the collection!"

The lamp nearby tumbles
to the floor as Quill lunges,
ready to ****.

"Wait! Don't you want to know who I am!"

"Not really."

"I'm a ser-"
The sentence is finished by
nothing but the sound of blood
and air
into places it was never meant to be
as Quill's blade passes through flesh.

"Pfft, what, you think you're special?"
Quill saunters over to the sink.
"I'd hate to waste ink.
but there'll be more.
there's always more.
isn't that right, Celine."
he says to no one
and stands there with a smirk
as if listening to her.
GaryFairy Mar 2022
He said he loves scary ****, so I took out a 7 inch buck knife, made in 1972, and I grabbed his wife by the scruff of her neck. I slowly cut his wife's throat from one ear, to the other. The sounds echoed in the modest home, and her blood sprayed all over his scared face. He died of a heart attack within minutes. At least he died doing something he loves...being scared...sorry he couldn't enjoy it longer
100% ****** uh oh better get geico
nick armbrister Aug 2021
The Q Man
The Q Man was somebody who was different
He travelled the galaxies and universe doing a job
Flying a Type 6 spaceship interstellar style
Normal space travel took forever and a day
But his ship was a souped one off
With engine and fuel enhancements
Zipping from world to world to work
He lands in a remote place and hides
His pointed ship from observers or spies
And hikes to his location to do the job
The tool of his trade is a long range rifle
Made on Planet Earth three millennia ago
It’s fitted with modified 7. 62mm bullets
These **** every single life form from a mile
On normal blood and body organisms
Normal explosive bullets do the job
With insect like ones with an armoured body
Armour piercing acid bullets eradicate them
He has 3002 different bullet types to use
Each one killing a designated target
The contract killer with no home
Except between the stars in his ship
Living for a dozen centuries extendable
You don’t want to mess with him
Nor be on his **** list as you’re ******
Zapped by an old skool high tech bullet
Fired by the best assassin there ever was
The Q Man and his rifle always on call
Strying Jul 2021
I often look up at the television
seeing heroes like the black widow,
and warriors like blodreina,
and I want to have this power,
but a society with people like this cannot function.

These people inflict so much pain on civilians,
that they would never be allowed to exist,
in reality.

Hidden under the depths,
they may be discovered,
but killers and the innocent cannot coexist,
despite needing each other to survive.
I really look up to Natasha from the new Black Widow movie. So proud of the actress for getting her own movie finally, but the character itself is amazingly strong and loving. Part of me wishes I grew up to be someone that strong, despite knowing how terrible her childhood was and how much pain she was forced to inflict.
Raven Feels Jul 2021
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, the world turning inside out---no such thing as salted mint:)

like a wild hint

taste a glimpse of salted mint

tackle the caramel passions

cinnamon enchantment of imagines

no bit of lost roses

happiness in measured red doses

remain in the lavender's fair violet

to hesitate the sour act of deficit

to refuse the golden boil of the sun

bring a stop to the good from miscalculating the sum

                                                           ­                       -----ravenfeels
Carlo C Gomez Jun 2021
I hold still,

let him finish stabbing me

                                                 — I count six,

let him believe me dead,

he moves on to Cecelia.


It does not go as well for her

as she continues to writhe and scream

and carry on,

not well at all
               ­                              — I count eight,



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