To the Mad Murderer

December 19, 2011
Tell me, sir,
Can you not hear the
Ringing loud with
It’s cast iron

It tolls a
In the Night.
Marks the coming of your
So, grasp the bar
And hold it tight
For here it approaches.

A pale face and
Sunken eyes,
The piercing shriek
Of her cries,
So run away and
Try to hide from your
Final judgment.

Too bad, you’ve been caught,
As you can tell.
So, strap him up
He’s off to
We wave good-bye
And wish you well
When you reach your
Final destination.

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Alesha said...
Dec. 28, 2011 at 2:48 pm
you are a unique writer.
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Dec. 29, 2011 at 1:18 pm
Thank you.
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