Death of a friend – Life always comes to an end.
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Frosty pale skin
Bones exposed
in a drawer at the morgue
Sickened terror to envision
the slaughter of my dearly departed
Friends from the first grade
A doll ready for the grave
Body raped and beaten identity
from a tooth
Can I wait for karma to produce
the rage I can display?
Please god let me become a plague
The fear from their eyes when I rip out
all their organs!
I’m really not a violent person
I’m begging for a justice system that wont ignore
the screams from all the victims.
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