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The Serial Killers - dark poems to chill the heart
Russia’s Garden of Death In Russia a serial killer feeds on the flesh of his victims He devours their souls And spits out their dead bones The police search in vain for the killer For the moment he is free Free to unleash his anger and frustration A lifetime of under achievement Has eaten away at his soul His thoughts are dark They linger on death and torture A bright young thing Full of beauty and innocence Comes into view He hides in the bushes With a hammer in his hand He strikes a fatal blow And drags the body away To prepare a grisly feast A life full of hope Brought to a sudden tragic end Like a red rose strangled by weeds The killer is the deadly weed A life started in hope and expectation The sense of goodness slowly vanished Choked to death by evil thoughts A black abyss is all that remains Soon the police will catch the killer And lock him away for life All the roses in the garden Will bloom and reach maturity Their beauty will brighten our lives And give hope to future generations Return to Index Page
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