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Fire of Insight
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Killer Blonde

Her blonde hair sparkling in the sunshine.
Happiness and a smile etched across her face.
I should have that, I tell myself. That is all mine.
As her eyes flutter close, I get a chance to trace
My hand down her face, body and all of a sudden
I flash back when everything was all perfect
And rainbows. All of the memories flood in
Of our happy little family. It all clicked
In my mind that she reminds me of my
Angelic mother and little sister, but it all
Got taken away from me from that one guy
I know that when her back hits the wall
I tell myself to save her and others to follow.
I have to escape this feeling of being helpless
When I was a young girl. I no longer feel hallow
Or empty anymore when these careless
Acts are me saving the world and its ways, hellish.
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Dangerous Mind
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David_Macleod said:

Fascinated and awaiting with bated breath :-)

Lol 🦊

Dangerous Mind
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she was laid upon
more often
than a mattress in a flop house
by legions of men
with uniforms of filth & flesh
& I
bore witnessed
from the shadows
my purpose
to pick their pockets
while they picked hers
more than once
I was caught
& beaten to a state
where I was unrecognizable
by the mirror
she would call me to her
usurping my love
as if it come from the nights transgression
& the night & sleep would claim her

till one day
they opened her wide
like a frog in science class
their ejaculate
the formaldehyde
her screams muffled by
the gagging of
hardened flesh
& when it was done
she called to me
with her eyes
to lay with her
until the angels came

It was there that they found me
three days later covered in
a baptism of blood
that was the day
he was born

he plays with me now
using me to get you here
to do to you
what they did to her
& I hide in the shadows
within myself
always afraid to look
until the deed is done
then I hold them
till the angels come

Fire of Insight
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People Want To Know Why

I don't care what they call me in the press
I just go about my business because I can
And I want to
Reason enough in my mind
Soon enough someone like me will find out who I am and catch up with me
And I'll lie as dead as my own victims do
And I don't care about that either
I'll keep my eyes out for him or her and give them a wave as they take their shot.
Acknowledge that they are the better at this
But until then I intend to kill
Any way I can and anywhere
It's what I was born to do
And with my coming of age I am set on my task
Watch out for me
Because I might want to kill you

Tyrant of Words
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thank you very much thinlane, SatansSperm and eswaller three terrific  entries this is going to be a tough competition :-)

Guardian of Shadows
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Massacre of Innocents: Herod’s Decree

“Go, ye, by way of
mine foot-soldiers, for
the tongues of Magi
loosed words of a king
in the night.

I, Herod, am Lord
and King,
my empire a bloodbath
of victories.

There shall be no other
and their hearts
shall be as meat on stakes,
the suckling males…..

Hie and make haste,
lest the babes see the dawn
of their years
to usurp me.

Let hoof-beats shake
the land
and ev’ry door rattle
in fear,
systematic elimination
of would-be rulers.

Commence, the slaughter!”

“When he (Joseph)  arose, he took the young child and his mother by night, and departed into Egypt, and was there until the death of Herod: that it might be fulfilled which was spoken of the Lord by the prophet, saying, Out of Egypt have I called my son.”  Matthew 2:14-15

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Fun on the Bun

I'm not like some others who kill strangers,
I just get rid of those who piss me off.
And trust me, there's a lot ;)

Tyrant of Words
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thank you MadameLavender and Fillenatrix another two fine entries :-)

Dangerous Mind
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Blood on their lips
hair is all crisp
calling me back home

Creeping around
you know that sound
yes I strike again

Slick mess
I must confess
makes me feel alive

A love so deep
guts all in a heap
true love has no end...

(David, Im not a serial killer but I thought this was silly ha! Its all I got! <3 )

Jennifer Michael McCurry
Tyrant of Words
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White Letting

Because it is night
And dark breeds darkness
In my inky depths others name soul

I travel the fringe
Of inhumanity
Where the second hand suits of the hoi palloi
Hang off slumped slum dog shoulders
The filth collected there
Only just holds their bony spines erect
And I hunt my midnight snack

The white lace of my dress sweeps the rotten stink
Of come hallowed grounds
Its swoosh swoosh echoing the flow of blood in my veins to black heart

My black of iris constricts as the fear in their eyes catch my privilege
Of all the nerve.  ...
Dirt on my white hem

Heads turn like sprung dials of broken clocks
Hands in permanent grip on 12
Grimaces on faces squeeze out futile screams
As my right hand
With easy flick of the wrist delivers quick hard twist
And my left hand unleashes my feast

Hatchet hits bone in a bloody festival
Its sick thud sounding my Eucharist of the unholy
Unwashed unwanted

I hear the Priests of my youth whispering ...
Blood of Christ
Body of Christ

It is as should be done

Their good riddance spatters my white dress crimson
I lick my lips of their distaste
And grin
One gone and 2 to go.....
My belly so full
Of forgotten souls

And I edge closer to salvation

Lost Thinker
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Sitting in the background
was the girl who never played.
She refused to talk to everyone,
for she preferred the voices in her head.
Her hatred for human life grew
at the same pace as her parent's anger did.
First came the words soaked in venom,
then came the bruises and scars.

With time the voices grew uncanny,
and she could take no more.
She fell call to their deep desires,
and found they held immense relief.
She stalked innocence with a blade at hand,
and swam in beautifully dark scenarios,
all led by her longing
to finally be in control once more.

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