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Wednesday, April 20, 2005


   The Late Night of Sorrow
he late night of sorrow
It feels like I wont make tomorrow
The screaming of the baby
sounds like the highway
As the blood squirts on the wall
like ketchup on a hotdog
the bodies hit the floor with a thud
I sit with the knife and smile
Then in the moment of doom
That hit with a boom
The door flung open fast
The whriling to the wind
In that one moment my mind went
I picked up the knife and went on my way
I fell to te floor with a bang
and that was my dying day

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