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Child's Play
I can see it now,
the look in their eyes
it's crawling back again,
the unknowing child's will is my prize
The closing of the door behind me,
sends shivers down my spine
imagine the rush I get,
when I finally make you mine
Ah, I smell the fear!
fresh from the flesh of my latest invention
Ah, the screams I hear!
to make the perfect creation, my true intention
Taking upon myself the role of God,
your life I hold within my grasp
to bend and contort your limbs at will
with sweaty palms, your soul I clasp
Time to lay you down to bed,
my bed with straps to hold you, and tools to get inside that pretty little head
lets see if I can bring life to the dead,
erase what you thought, heard, or said
Your pain is my gain,
God I'm fucking insane!
remove this, insert that, painting my vision upon your brain,
go now and serve me well with the lust you contain
It breathes!!
how you depict my feelings so well!
strange how I care for you,
my prodigy that is merely an empty shell
No need for new victims now,
I've got what I wanted
my son of the grotesque,
prince of the dead and haunted
The love for you my new son,
is too great for words to explain
the innocence of this child,
is swirling down the drain
Fulfill my twisted fantasy,
your virgin ass should do fine
forever, my slave of vanity,
forever your mine
(This poem was created from the crimes of which Jeffery Dahmer committed)
the look in their eyes
it's crawling back again,
the unknowing child's will is my prize
The closing of the door behind me,
sends shivers down my spine
imagine the rush I get,
when I finally make you mine
Ah, I smell the fear!
fresh from the flesh of my latest invention
Ah, the screams I hear!
to make the perfect creation, my true intention
Taking upon myself the role of God,
your life I hold within my grasp
to bend and contort your limbs at will
with sweaty palms, your soul I clasp
Time to lay you down to bed,
my bed with straps to hold you, and tools to get inside that pretty little head
lets see if I can bring life to the dead,
erase what you thought, heard, or said
Your pain is my gain,
God I'm fucking insane!
remove this, insert that, painting my vision upon your brain,
go now and serve me well with the lust you contain
It breathes!!
how you depict my feelings so well!
strange how I care for you,
my prodigy that is merely an empty shell
No need for new victims now,
I've got what I wanted
my son of the grotesque,
prince of the dead and haunted
The love for you my new son,
is too great for words to explain
the innocence of this child,
is swirling down the drain
Fulfill my twisted fantasy,
your virgin ass should do fine
forever, my slave of vanity,
forever your mine
(This poem was created from the crimes of which Jeffery Dahmer committed)
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