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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A frail woman walking home, Quickly finds she's not alone. A shudder ruptures her old bones, As she falls to cobblestone. Two young men without a home, Quickly find they're not alone. They spot an elder with a purse, Then take the places they've rehearsed. They duct taped her mouth and feet, Then drug her out of the street. They took the poor woman's cane, Snapped it, and stabbed both her legs. As she tried to scream and plead, The men just laughed at their mad deed. Then said what she'd learn to heed "God won't clot your veins, just bleed." Choking on her screams and tears, Thankful that she'd faced her fears, She clawed at her coat in dismay, Frantically for her pepper spray. She realized, in an instant, She had no idea where it went. She looked up and kicked her feet, When her spray and eyes did meet. Those young men had snatched it from her, Before they'd begun their plunder. Then she heard the sound of thunder, As they both wound up and punched her. Trying, but she can't nod off still, They poured the mace down her nostrils. Drowning now and feeling dire, Searing screams from liquid fire. They made her drink mercilessly, Disregarding the gurgling. Then shoved their dirty fingers down, Her throat until vomit abound Had started piling around, And she regained her sense of sound. She couldn't see, but heard their voices, Contemplating all their choices. "It comes down to two" one said, We have fun, or leave her dead. So They took her eyes and tongue, And Kicked her teeth, leaving none. They cut off every finger, So her story only lingered, In her head, those two so deft, Her thoughts were all that they left.
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