- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Assassin
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Torn between heaven and earth.
Ripped from my relatives.
Left to die alone.
Alone the assassin was born.
Left alone and unseen.
Masked by vague memories.
The stories are told.
I listen of times when they bled.
Love and lost, love and lost again.
The cycle never ends.
I plea to die.
Stories of rape and abuse.
They never stop coming to me.
I cry for the abused.
Punished myself for the raped.
It’s the pain I can’t escape.
Anger raping my insides.
Honor for those force me.
Pulling the trigger.
Another filled coffin.
Avenged they are now.
Honor restored.
Clips are emptied.
Shells fall to the floor.
More coffins are filled.
Another’s honor is revived.
I cry.
Unable to stop this massacre.
My demon.
Their demon.
Stronger than theirs.
My devil.
My Satan.
Reaping them to hell for their sins.
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