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*Kiss me, kill me!* shriek came shrilling
she never knew it to be true for in my heart
>>IN MY HEART<<
absolved and willing threw I pieces on the floor.
Oh, I threatened, pleaded then repented at her feet repeatedly
a thousand times - but she won't have it! Nay nor listen
... tiny sigh - as soul left her body - mine -
I ask you gentlemen of jury would be much of fear and fury
also on your mind? For my ceaseless well of anger did
cut through, tore out and mangled, chewed finesse. A treasure!
Ah, mind you these simple pleasures one affords transfixed
in a bud: when thus opens, soundless still. *Kiss me-kill me* -
Oh. I will.
For instantly retrieved sense sane, a chair it was, a ruthless bane.
For suddenly, left hand that freely fell into a snigger now
tightly cramped in mortal rigour - all the sweat could not revive
it's thriving strength against wrist's bond. Shrivelled, shriven
endless Fate … endless fever thou hast not beaten drums in vain
forever feigned your Kingdom come, say goodbye, take leave and grieve for
disbelieving is a forte never beaten, never thwarted,
rattle chains at wisps of canes; a mind like such is never sorted
to your rigid rules of regulation, it defies all laws, causation
born in passion 'till wake a-welcomes the - cessation.
The gentle Right which reached and turned beyond it's nature
implored, beseeched in fruitless venture, lay now, hushed crop -
blighted, burnt away in single spiteful drop of night.
*straightens up, neck back, head straight*
Aside stand ye, delirium of sober aeons past in bitter hate!
Despite big mouth our spurned fried fiend – quite noisily
poor fellow pauper en Fin has met his deadly stopper –
restless, merry flitch bid us adieu without a crippling glitch -
... As we turned off electric switch.
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- UNDER STRICT COPYRIGHT!
Do NOT COPY or DECLARE YOUR OWN. BECAUSE it's NOT yours. IT's MINE. MWAHAHA. HA.
she never knew it to be true for in my heart
>>IN MY HEART<<
absolved and willing threw I pieces on the floor.
Oh, I threatened, pleaded then repented at her feet repeatedly
a thousand times - but she won't have it! Nay nor listen
... tiny sigh - as soul left her body - mine -
I ask you gentlemen of jury would be much of fear and fury
also on your mind? For my ceaseless well of anger did
cut through, tore out and mangled, chewed finesse. A treasure!
Ah, mind you these simple pleasures one affords transfixed
in a bud: when thus opens, soundless still. *Kiss me-kill me* -
Oh. I will.
For instantly retrieved sense sane, a chair it was, a ruthless bane.
For suddenly, left hand that freely fell into a snigger now
tightly cramped in mortal rigour - all the sweat could not revive
it's thriving strength against wrist's bond. Shrivelled, shriven
endless Fate … endless fever thou hast not beaten drums in vain
forever feigned your Kingdom come, say goodbye, take leave and grieve for
disbelieving is a forte never beaten, never thwarted,
rattle chains at wisps of canes; a mind like such is never sorted
to your rigid rules of regulation, it defies all laws, causation
born in passion 'till wake a-welcomes the - cessation.
The gentle Right which reached and turned beyond it's nature
implored, beseeched in fruitless venture, lay now, hushed crop -
blighted, burnt away in single spiteful drop of night.
*straightens up, neck back, head straight*
Aside stand ye, delirium of sober aeons past in bitter hate!
Despite big mouth our spurned fried fiend – quite noisily
poor fellow pauper en Fin has met his deadly stopper –
restless, merry flitch bid us adieu without a crippling glitch -
... As we turned off electric switch.
*
*
*
- UNDER STRICT COPYRIGHT!
Do NOT COPY or DECLARE YOUR OWN. BECAUSE it's NOT yours. IT's MINE. MWAHAHA. HA.
*
Yes, morbid 
+ loads of mistakes, thanks for telling -
point of it: words are NOT in correct (grammatical) relationship with each other,
nor do some strictly speaking *exist*
more like streams of free associations (mostly based on some sort of similarity) that kinda and by accident? - manage to paint a sizzling picture? Trails off a bit here and there too. (What did you expect for 5 in the morning?!
)
... Hey, people got away with worse.
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No worries, I'm a regular scardy-cat; by now you know that when a horror poem is in assembly - it's usually a dedicated fan product ... 
This one is for F. Murray (Abraham) - who is sweet but, like many others - tends to scare living daylight outta me (=job well done!)
Think this ''poem'' would be an interesting bit for an audition ... - it came to be, inspired through such a thought ...
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Do NOT transgress - repercussions will be DEADLY.
Yes, morbid + loads of mistakes, thanks for telling - point of it: words are NOT in correct (grammatical) relationship with each other,
nor do some strictly speaking *exist*
more like streams of free associations (mostly based on some sort of similarity) that kinda and by accident? - manage to paint a sizzling picture? Trails off a bit here and there too. (What did you expect for 5 in the morning?!
)... Hey, people got away with worse.
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No worries, I'm a regular scardy-cat; by now you know that when a horror poem is in assembly - it's usually a dedicated fan product ... This one is for F. Murray (Abraham) - who is sweet but, like many others - tends to scare living daylight outta me (=job well done!)
Think this ''poem'' would be an interesting bit for an audition ... - it came to be, inspired through such a thought ...
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Do NOT transgress - repercussions will be DEADLY.Comments8
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damn.... I think how sir Christopher read dis by his magical voicssssssssssssssse...