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11 March 2015

Slow Death

It's true like they said
that I tore out his eyes
blood didn't look red
I won't tell you no lies

that I tore out his eyes
right out of his head
and boy what a surprise
all the blood he bled

blood didn't look red
wonder what it implies
on the bed he spread
blood loss is how he dies

I won't tell you no lies
but a tale instead
while ignoring his cries
as he dies in bed


Copyright©2015 by Patrick B Vince

Quadrilew Poem

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