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I wrote this one after hearing about a child being abused.
Wisper from a Butterly
I know your secret.
A butterfly whispered it in my ear.
A beautiful soul you have torn. Sweet and delicate innocence you have taken.
You shall be hunted above all men.
Run… run fast, run hard for this will sweeten the chase.
You shall be bound to your transgressions and they shall be taken by the pain of your flesh.
Your torn and bleeding body will be placed on a bed of thorns
and shall be tossed in a shallow grave before you breath your last.
In this tomb, an image of your victim will remain
Your eyes shall be pierced with the fangs of vipers so you will see this image.
You will implore to look away and your supplication will not be answered.
Screams of torment and agony will go unheard and you will receive no relief.
A tree shall be planted next to this grave and it will feed on your rotting flesh
It shall be cursed for this and die. It will crash to the ground and crush your bones.
Your evil soul will be ripped from you and the hound of hell shall feast on all that is left.
You are no more. Your wretched existence is forgotten but one.
Only God can comfort the precious butterfly that whispered in my ear.
May God cast his love and heal broken wings.
May God forgive my hatred and transgressions.
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I wrote this about 6 years ago...
A Corpse in the Woods
I stumbled across you in the woods
Startled by your soft murmur
You were unmistakably ill
Freezing and starving
You were beyond help
I left you there to die
Your beautiful skin
Grotesquely discolored
I could smell you rotting
Gaunt and withering
Struggling to survive
It excited my senses
A few days had passed
Your lifeless body is stiff
I can't resist the temptation
Your burning corpse
Flesh snapping and popping
Such a beautiful moment
You haunt my dreams
I wish I had been there
The moment you died
Will I ever find
Another autumn leaf
As enchanting as you?
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Push me Papa
Push me Papa, I heard many a day
How I love to hear those words you say
Higher… Higher yelled with a grin
Coming back down entering a spin
Leaning back to look at the sky
No rhyme or reason or wondering why
Floating and twirling, rise and fall
No worries here, you’re above it all
Standing back I watch you and smile
Laughed so hard and laughed for a while
Papa Papa, push me again
Now it’s cold and that tire hangs lonely and still
Come next spring, Yes I will
“Push me Papa” I’ll wait to hear
And see those smiles I hold so dear.
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