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Death Speaks to Me
In the midst of the night death commands me
Male female I dare not question
Its dark aurora haunts the crevices of my subconscious
At first misjudged, its intentions dark yet purposeful
Requesting at first and then commanding me to do
It imparts on me the ways of mutilation
My mind now a mastery of murder
Its contents horrendous and frightening
Those that know it no longer exist
In multitudes I do deaths bidding
Innocence concealed from my eyes
Judge and jury being only death itself
And I the tool known as executioner
Night after night death speaks to me
Male female I dare not question
Its dark aurora haunts the crevices of my subconscious
At first misjudged, its intentions dark yet purposeful
Requesting at first and then commanding me to do
It imparts on me the ways of mutilation
My mind now a mastery of murder
Its contents horrendous and frightening
Those that know it no longer exist
In multitudes I do deaths bidding
Innocence concealed from my eyes
Judge and jury being only death itself
And I the tool known as executioner
Night after night death speaks to me
Published 4th Sep 2015
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