Murderous Thoughts

January 23, 2013
Long limbs touching the ground
Swaying with nothing around
Careless whispers in the dark
As blood drips down the bark
Hanging high without shame
No one but himself to blame
Sadness for those who knew him
When he dies he won’t fill grim
Greediness hidden within his soul
Tonight the devil will take his toll.

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