With Intention of Death

(This is different from the poems I write. It has a lot of blood and may be sensitive.) Peaceful wind, scented blow; the crisp air, while fragrant, smelling of one of nutmeg. The cool breeze lightly brushes thick, yet airy strands of hair from my face. Through the peaceful park I walk, the Christmas decorations glowing; a little girl sits on a bench, her tiny legs swinging. The smile on her face could light the entire park up- Wait, what? Is that an old man approaching her? Perhaps a grandparent, though they share no resemblance. I brush off the uneasy feeling until I hear her shriek; sprinting to the scene, I shove the old man off her. “What’s your problem?” I yell. Yet he tells me to calm my troublesome being, to pacify my fury; that it’s familial. Yet the little girl shakes her head as she screams “I DON’T KNOW HIM! HE’S TRYING TO TAKE ME HOME!” … How to deal with a pedophile! Step one: warm your muscles up. You’re gonna need to take some action. Step two: Kindly put your sweater over the child’s head; you don’t want them to see this. Step three: Break their kneecaps first! Kick it! It really hurts. This is where the real deal comes in; screw the steps! You want to hurt that bastard every chance you get! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA … I punched him in the head Wanted to knock him down until he’s dead Set fire to every hair on his body People start watching, I don’t care, I’ll disembody! Suddenly the unexpected comes; Others realize what’s going on and they start to run! We all charge attack and kick him in the stomach With this scenario, there is nothing called “havoc!” The police are called, we’re all scared Until they realize what’s going on, and grab him by his hair! So the pedophile gets what he deserves And I can finally rest knowing that revenge was brought upon that perv. :3