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Bacon Francis
So shall i kill them slowly
Twisted knives sharp honed by fate
And lay their bodies there before them
Like fresh chops upon a plate?
So shall they kiss oblivion
So shall they learn to dread
The greyest of grim reapers
Whose words burn a bloody red.
So shall i wreak my vengeance
so shall i dim their light
their lives forever fearful
not knowing when i'll strike.
poem
by
David Keig
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