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Shoot Nothing Like Killing Spree To Bookend August 2019
Shoot! Nothing like killing spree to bookend August 2019! The latest homicide, where gunman(men) slew dirty deed done dirt cheap half dozen innocent people drew minimal horrific gasps, now a new month (September two thousand nineteen) where goldenrods yellow with morning dew encompassing human zoo welcomes unsuspecting killer(s) true to form - predictably will undertake to fire bullet(s) setting calibrating counting queue as month nine allows brisk business bereaved will...

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Categories: killing spree, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Premium Member Serial Killing Spree
Gun shots popped. Revelers dropped and bled. Most ran. The injured lay on the trash-covered ground. Some stayed and covered the wounded or dead. The shooter was found and shot. Or maybe he turned the gun on himself. But he comes back again, the same rage in a different cell, the same soul in a different skin. The crime has not been solved. Let’s call it what it...

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Categories: killing spree, conflict, confusion, death, fear,
Form: Free verse



Killing Spree
You broke my heart, with no remorse, right now there's no healing me You left me broken, so now I'm doing the same and breaking hearts for fun Playing girls like a game and I will until my scars are numb I'm sorry to any girl who gets hurt but right now I'm on a killing spree You...

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Categories: killing spree, betrayal, break up, deep,
Form: Free verse
Killing Spree
In the worst of times people lose their faith, spewing words of hate through frustrations, Turning to crimes of passion, killing decent individuals for insignificant reasons, or committig acts of treason, The presure is not an excuse to set demons loose, The heinous acts herald that the world is in despair, and people in power need to show that they care, Families are...

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Categories: killing spree, deathpeople, people,
Form: Prose Poetry
Killing Spree
So… Does the wall tick your life away? Too much sand for a forked head? Parricidal tyranny rules your place, Melted into your wrist, Breeding dodecagonal planes? Revolution, the only way Slow down your rhymes Precambrian steps Deep underwater frames Creation dies In the back of your head It crumbles to the ground Victim of ultrasonic-cotton sounds Back into floating wires and dust The original form Free… Willing to become something more Perhaps...

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Categories: killing spree, confusion, time
Form: I do not know?




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