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The Ultimate Cry of Passion

She walked into the kitchen, what's that on the floor? She just wanted a drink, but this is much more. She looked more closely and what did she see? Her mother's corpse, her face white as a sheet. How could this happen?, she wondered, and then Out rang a shot; it drove her father out of bed. He walked into the kitchen, and there on the floor were the two he loved most lying next to the door He went over to see, he got pretty close A shot rang out once more, this time out of impulse. She didn't mean to kill him, the one that she loved But now, on his wings, he floats up above She looks at what she's done, in disbelief, then falls on her knees and cries out of grief She grasps his hand tightly, pulls the trigger once more And now there are four who lie dead on the floor.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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