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Fifty years was longer than the life left to be spun
But a life sentence was rendered when the evil deed was done
Not his, but the other one, the deed that left his girl
In a darkened, horrified, messed up, frightened kind of world.
They didn’t have evidence that the judge would let in court
But the story, which he knew in full, left with him no doubt
The rapist stood beside his suits twisting round the truth
Making it sound as if his girl was a wild woman on the loose.
He couldn’t leave it up to the law who failed two times before
Two other victims with similar stories that both of them swore
While he smiled and licked his lips mocking the justice system
This father would make sure his daughter was the last victim.
Just as the judge was saying, “Let him go, they have no proof”
The man with saddened eyes pointed the gun at this creep
Before the guards could respond to the shots, five bullets in him did seep.
The father laid down his gun and placed his hands upon his head
Pleased to spend his life in prison knowing this monster at last was dead.
The father was sent to a prison cell
The daughter’s mental health, they could not tell
The rapist was burning down in hell
And Lady Liberty could only yell
A silent yell – and then repeat the tale
Sometimes, the system fails.
Against the edge of night
My lonely soul scurries into flight
For dead my spirit fears only light
Dawn will shine before I dine, my sweet
Shadows glance as my beauty sleeps deep
Keep my cold soul from her body heat
I return into the darkness of earth
Damed by living dead curse
Hunger pains my heart's rebirth
Slowly my purple curtain falls
Briskly into the night my senses call
Sweet the neck my fangs enthrall
Blood of life redeems the dead
From her soul my cursed spirit is fed
Into the night's blue I drink her red
I search into the edge of night
Full of life from my death's delight
And dare to dream of embracing the light
To end this living dead to die
I shed red tears of blood I cry
But into the earth from Sun I hide
Cursed the curse I live to die
Cursed the curse I live to die
Cursed the curse I live to die
One day in May my life became
a city of veils,
closed off and unseen like
a year of fog.
I was in denial.
Could i restore my belief in my
lifes short career?
Learn to take away this howl
of bitter rage at my
healths inadequacies.
To maybe fufil a full life cycle of dependency.
I could only hope and pray.
My bloodline inheritance leaves
me with a furious love
building on a nightmare of weeks.
Fifty to save it
two to organise it"s end
a flickering flame that
will finally snuff out
and put paid to all my ambitions,
my fatal end.
If only i could move out
of my mind.
Find a hung jury
that still has a return policy
on defective breasts.
Time given out for
good bevaviour,
to go on fostering
my independent spirit.
My thoughts inside implode..
though my standard eyes still gush.
A blessed release.
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