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His


How does he construe these thoughts

that make him act in heinous ways

Ways that few would dare to dream

for the fear of dark reality

How does he acquire his weapons

of greif and pain and evil

that make him want to hurt and harm

a forever unending vision

Perhaps it was his mother

too weak her will to struggle

or perchance it was his father

with an unnatural sense of fight

Where does his mind wander

when he sleeps alone at night

Does he dream of darkness and misery

and allow this to define his life

How does he find the courage

to commit his monstrous crimes

Does he think there is no other way

to express his contemplation

deliberation

imagination...

He knows not what he does

yet he knows it all too well

He steals their lives, their minds, their souls

because his was never his to own

 

 

 

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