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The crime and the punishment

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This poem was written when I started to think about what a cold blooded killer would go through as he got older, or even now. I don't feel sympathy towards them, I just Wonder that folk never see this. My lord, there are much worse things than death. I could just imagine the mind stuff that touches their souls...Peter

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The crime and the punishment

He had a  dream ,then many more
When he was just a lad
But school, and all those bonds it tied
It slowed him down a tad
And all his dreams did fade away
As the bullying went on
Till, a sad but gifted boy
Got lost in a darker song.

His father had his own dreams
He did not care at all
That the only way to be with kids
Is bring them up with rules
Yet love them more than life itself
He scorned the boy all day
And all his youth, and joy in life
Was swept out of the way.

As This fellow did grow up
They brain washed him, those ones
Who called themselves his family
They gave him knives and guns
And taught him hatred well disguised 
In the mask of their beliefs
And all the boy did ever know
Was misery and grief.

It started off with road kill beasts
He found upon the roads
Dissecting them he found was fun
When he was in that mode
His mind it so intense would grow
Yes death it was his game
His sad young mind was growing up
And soon would come his fame.

He started hunting with his guns
Any creature that did move
It seemed that he to all the world
Was out himself to prove
Then he got bored ‘Oh what the hell’
The creature told himself
‘I need to do some bigger stuff
He was low on mental wealth.

First it started, one young girl
Who was wandering alone
Became the victim of this fellow
Although with heart of stone
He charmed the lady with his manner
Then took away her life
Causing to those folk who love her
A heap of mental strife

But then with the passing of the weeks
Another girl was slain
Then another, and another
The fellow was insane
But now he sits there in his cell
A gentle little fellow
Who when a person talks with him
Is always kind, and mellow.

He lives in hell, yet no one knows
And no one cares at all
His night mares have caught up with hin
He’s acting like a fool
All cowering and quivering
The furies they are here
And now he suffers awfully
His mind all filled with fear.

And folk call out, ‘give him the rope!!’
How little these folk know
This mans descending into hell
And his fear can only grow
His Karma it does follow him
He has nowhere to go
Yet maybe from insanity
A good seed well might grow.

15 June 2013 @ 1920hrs

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  1. Date: 6/19/2013 12:33:00 AM
    Very good write, a bit long, but good one. I thought about 5 different stories, road kill being " Jeffery Dahmer,,,, gangs, also I watch 60minutes about couple who would invite girls home for threesomes, drug& torture for week or 2 then kill all on VHS. The girl was saying "he " made me do it . ,,, I like this write & thank you for liking my B. of Poetry.;}

    Duggan Avatar Peter Duggan
    Date: 6/19/2013 5:26:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thank you Debbie for your comments. I wrote this after watching an interview of a serial killer. I did not excuse what he done, but I could also see that he was surely getting his punishment . some things are worse than death thanks again Peter