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The Killer

a lone man atop a hill praying for the souls he’s killed the pain torments him twists his faith pieces of the puzzle fallen from place started as vengeance and became addiction men, women, and children missing hunting the prey like cat and mouse follows them from work and house outside the window watching families next day a household tragedy another set dead but another yet to come he fells them fight but he’s hollow and numb what started as vengeance consumed his life until he stared into the eyes of his dead wife emotions lost for all those years came rushing back and then came fear of what he had become and the things he’d done atop the mountain he took the plunge better he dies to save other lives there was no tunnel no bright light the depths of hell took his soul next month his daughter turns 8 years old he couldn’t be there but he spared her soul

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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