Murder

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Cold blooded...

Cold blooded...

A running
River
A gruesome
Shiver
The whites
In my
Eyes
...

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A Love that Dare Not Speak...

 A Love that Dare Not Speak its Name

To profess a love that dare not speak its name
portends compassionโ€”one sad pedigree.
To cross...

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No honour in your tribal wars

People pledge fealty
To nations in tribal belief,
Waging wars of power and greed
Plant...

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A New Hunt

He hears her call final drinks
As closing time is one
In fifteen minutes he'll make his move...

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Children of Palestine

Children of Palestine

Children of Palestine
Forsaken by the world.
They turn the other cheek
Whilst the...

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An evening in February

An evening in February

It was the evening in February,
Dark, as it always been.
No stars, but the glooming...

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Two Grisly Murders

She murdered her mother and her new stepdad.
Some say she was evil, others say she was mad.
...

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Monsters Delight

Monsters Delight

A college girlโ€™s ingenious kiss
The hippieโ€™s world in colorful bliss...

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Make America Safe Again

The wrath of a teenager has the ability to take
the understanding from everyone with a soul.
...

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The Curse of Glenda Grooms

The Curse of Glenda Grooms

Deep in the Moors of Breckinridge, near Baileyshore and Kern,
itโ€™s said there is a crumbling bridge...

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Simple Satisfaction

Simple Satisfaction

The feel of a long stretch after a night's sleep
The sight of a clear sky on a friday morning...

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Cloak and dagger!

Cloak and dagger!

On cobbled stones devastation lights up the streets more than an oil lamp
In darkened alleys...

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Welcome...

Welcome...

Come on in
You are
Welcome here
I am the demon
That strikes with
...

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Curling Smoke

Curling Smoke

Curling smoke aligns metallic scented gun,
Still taste the essence on tingling tongue.
...

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Popeye the Murderer

I'm Popeye the Sailor, I'm sure not Popeye Doyle.
Things went down hill when I married Olive Oyl....