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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Dark · #2234132
Reflecting on deadly crimes.
         
1)Stabbed in the head with a kitchen knife,
2)Sweating via hot lights took his life.

3)Scrambled his brain through his nose,
4)Suffocated in his car using a garden hose.

5)Broke the spine by using a concrete block,
6)Cut his neck with a knife, watched his shock.

7)Slit his wrists, bled out in a chair,
8)Ripped his ribcage out, a messy affair.

9)Placed and then cracked his thighs in a custom made vice,
10)Broke every bone in his legs with a truly nasty device.

11)Ran him over repeatedly with my car,
12)Burnt him alive, he didn't get far.

The head to the feet,
Was my guilty sin,
When I was complete,
I turned myself in.

Therefore, this is my confession,
I'm in jail for life on first degree,
They treated it with digression,
In here, nobody picks on me.
                   

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