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Stab, Choke, Torture, Shoot to Kill
The rage that screams against the sky
A battle ground of angry hate
Death's anger looms; threat reaches high
The rage that screams against the sky
A voice it struggles to deny
The venom 'fore it spews too late
The rage that screams against the sky
A battle ground of angry hate.
What made bit** think she could deceive
A fam'ly grown so sick of hurt
I'm one she thought that would believe
What made bit** think she could deceive?
Fed up with lies, we're so naive
Her many victims her desserts
What made bit** think she could deceive
A fam'ly grown so sick of hurt.
I want to choke her scrawny neck
And make cruel vengeance mine to give
To make her bleed, knife's wounds inflict
I want to choke her scrawny neck
And twist until I'm held in check
But not 'fore I know she'll ne'er live
I want to choke her scrawny neck
And make cruel vengeance mine to give.
I lay my head on Satan's bed
The price was worth my deadly fate
She's cold and lives with devil's dead
I lay my head on Satan's bed
No tear I shed, no more to dread
It's over now, there's no more wait
I lay my head on Satan's bed
The price was worth my deadly fate.
Destroyer ~ Poet’s contest Name any poem with a strong title" (your poem title has to catch my eye) your most favorite outstanding title...
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