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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required They said that over the years I've killed ten people, and they said that with conviction as if it was a fact I think in secrecy and with a conviction that it was more than that. They called me a monster, a ghoul. They spit on me and continue to declare formally that I was a bloody beast, unfeeling and cruel. While living docile among them for many years, they had not a clue. I sneaked among and around them into their homes and they knew not what was a brew. I learned about forensic science and knew my way around deception. I exercise my plans with excellent perfection. They hunt me for years and finally, ( through misstep on my part) they were victorious in their quest. Women and children fears were put to rest. It was never my intention to ill-treat women and children, ever. Not by any measure did I endeavor. They broke several bones in my body and punctured one of my lungs. They dented my skull with bricks and with short handle of their guns. They threw me in a cage. It was out of the eye of the public that they continued with their savage rage. Even while they were engaged with their rage they still wanted to know why. I would not satisfy their hunger for my reason, not even with a lie. They did not remember me when I was but a half a score. They did not connect me with the night that they invaded my family home and kicked in our door. They came on the night of the red moon. The glow cast a reddish shade on their fleecy white sheets. Threatening and boiling expletives they did seethe. They dragged my father, my mentor, my hero, my educator, a yard from the house to the great oak. They tied a noose around his neck, and I quiver and cried as I watched his body jerk and phlegm ooze down from his thick lips as he choke. A round wicked soul crushed the side of my mother's head with an ax. He acts agitated when her blood splattered his slacks. My chaste sister, who hand in marriage was promised to a neighbor's boy, was passed around between them like a succulent fruit. They tore apart her body beyond recognition and then slit her throat, these evil and monstrous brute. Fear was like a lightening flash and my heartbeat was like thunder against my chest. I ran against the slight summer breeze under the bloody moon until I reached the marsh, where I made my nest. I remain in the marsh until an old black bird came and rescued me. He was a smart old black bird, and I suspected that he knew of me. I learned many things from this old black bird. Instructional things of survival, that until then I had never known and never heard. And now resting on this hard cold concrete sepulcher surrounded by steel walls and a barred door. My life source stains the floor. It is by my hand of my demise. Revenge is my prize. My testimony is that they are the ghouls. They are the professors to my soul. It is from them that I learned to be cruel. On the night of the blood moon, they offer no reason why. I will keep the secret of my retribution until I die. My spirit has kindled by a little. My freedom in death will decide my acquittal.
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