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The Heinous Demon
Slitting throats of anyone he sees is his obsession,
He remains hidden and unknown,
Waiting for the next time to attack,
He stalks his prey before he makes his move,
The disgusting smile of this pervert is all he is noticeable by,
He enjoys watching the girls scream and cry and beg him to stop,
He will never stop for he loves the tears they cry,
Licking them up and spitting in their faces as he rapes them continually,
Trying to not think and remember this revolting experience,
The girls stand no chance against this monster,
He overpowers all his victims making it impossible to escape,
Slitting throats, cutting hearts, and messages written in blood are his signs,
He rapes his victim violently as he listens to her screams,
Once he finishes his victim he then slits her throat,
He cuts them opening saving a pool of blood,
Soon he will write over the walls with the victims own blood,
But he is far from done,
He tears open her chest and rips her heart out,
He gets his knife and jams the heart and hangs it on the wall,
Leaving his own quotes as he finds the pain of others a game,
Will someone stop this monster?
So many woman were raped and demolished and cut open by this beast,
Nobody wants to walk the streets for he hides in your own shadows,
Some claim he isn’t human at all,
He enjoys the attention even though nobody knows it’s him,
The pig he is inside comes out during the night,
When the sun is up he is a well respected man,
One day someone will stop him,
Somebody will find him,
His prey can never help find him,
This monster is more evil then the demons that walk this earth,
Hunting for more flesh and more satisfaction,
He will never stop for he makes the demons seem like saints,
After hundreds of victims dead and mutilated,
He disappears….
Where did he go?
Is he dead?
Nobody knows where he went or if he even is alive,
The monster is still roaming this country,
He raped my wife and im going to find him,
And when I do he will feel the pain that he’s caused others,
I will slowly cut him open and poor acid inside him,
I will slowly grab and squeeze his insides,
His screams will never be heard,
His vocal chords will be gone,
The only thing left is his eyes,
I will hang them up above him,
Write a message with his blood,
Saying how I have been watching you,
This evil act will be a celebration not a time of sadness,
He should stop while he’s ahead,
Because he doesn’t know,
That payback is a bitch!
He remains hidden and unknown,
Waiting for the next time to attack,
He stalks his prey before he makes his move,
The disgusting smile of this pervert is all he is noticeable by,
He enjoys watching the girls scream and cry and beg him to stop,
He will never stop for he loves the tears they cry,
Licking them up and spitting in their faces as he rapes them continually,
Trying to not think and remember this revolting experience,
The girls stand no chance against this monster,
He overpowers all his victims making it impossible to escape,
Slitting throats, cutting hearts, and messages written in blood are his signs,
He rapes his victim violently as he listens to her screams,
Once he finishes his victim he then slits her throat,
He cuts them opening saving a pool of blood,
Soon he will write over the walls with the victims own blood,
But he is far from done,
He tears open her chest and rips her heart out,
He gets his knife and jams the heart and hangs it on the wall,
Leaving his own quotes as he finds the pain of others a game,
Will someone stop this monster?
So many woman were raped and demolished and cut open by this beast,
Nobody wants to walk the streets for he hides in your own shadows,
Some claim he isn’t human at all,
He enjoys the attention even though nobody knows it’s him,
The pig he is inside comes out during the night,
When the sun is up he is a well respected man,
One day someone will stop him,
Somebody will find him,
His prey can never help find him,
This monster is more evil then the demons that walk this earth,
Hunting for more flesh and more satisfaction,
He will never stop for he makes the demons seem like saints,
After hundreds of victims dead and mutilated,
He disappears….
Where did he go?
Is he dead?
Nobody knows where he went or if he even is alive,
The monster is still roaming this country,
He raped my wife and im going to find him,
And when I do he will feel the pain that he’s caused others,
I will slowly cut him open and poor acid inside him,
I will slowly grab and squeeze his insides,
His screams will never be heard,
His vocal chords will be gone,
The only thing left is his eyes,
I will hang them up above him,
Write a message with his blood,
Saying how I have been watching you,
This evil act will be a celebration not a time of sadness,
He should stop while he’s ahead,
Because he doesn’t know,
That payback is a bitch!
Published 16th Jul 2014
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