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She came to me this dark sad day, wanting to go but ordered to stay. Locked
behind these cold metal bars. I long for the day to count the stars For I can no
longer walk these lands For ending the life of another, by my own to hands. From
his body the blood did spill. From lapse of judgment I proceeded to kill. This
crime will haunt me so. To the land of death and shadow I shall surely go...

For this my seventh year, his eyes I keep seeing in my dreams. For un
forgiveness the thing I fear. Living alone inside my cell, I pray to the lord God to
save me from the fierier Pitts of hell. I remember the day I took the life of another;
being only eighteen I received the rage in the eyes of his mother. They say
murder is an unforgivable sin. If I could go back in time I would do it again...

For the courts allowed him to go, no punishment for abusing my only child. After
the judgment I grew wild. Vengeance had completely overtaken me. Blood was
the only thing I could see. Each and every night while I lied in bed, to kill that man
was the only thing in my head. I was ordered by the courts not to talk to him and
to stay away. I go to visit my son's grave; my blood boils hotter each and every
day. I know now what is needed to be done. I decided to go to the pawn and buy
myself a handgun.

Now these uniformed men have handcuffed me and are leading me down a dark
hall. Each footstep as loud as a thunderclap at each fall. The priest that walks
beside me is telling me to ask forgiveness and the lord God shall set me free.
For now I am strapped to this stainless steel table. Placing a needle in my arm,
moving I am unable. Then I hear a whisper from above, my child I have forgiven
you. You have received a father’s love.

For
those who dream.

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A Child of the State

I find myself getting up slowly off the floor. My head dizzy and I am 
feeling sick to my stomach, from them injecting me with their chemicals once 
more. My hands look red, swollen and feeling sore. For pounding upon my 
locked bedroom door. It has been two years now sense I have become a ward of 
the state. Now it’s up to the courts to determine my fate…

I was placed in this program for what I have done. The courts had said was really 
bad. In the ways I was treating both my mom and my step dad. It was my step 
dad who treated me the wrong every day. When it came time for me to talk, no 
one there to listen to the words I needed to say. Something in witch I feel so sad, 
a real childhood, something I feel I never had. My emotions I must keep deep 
down inside. At this time it feels like parts of me have already died.
Crying was something that could never be done, I find myself drowning my 
sorrow in the early morning sun.

Now these chemicals are beginning to flow. Not one single emotion I can ever 
show. People wonder why I move and talk so slow. In the morning when I rise, 
the gift of life is dimming quickly in my eyes. I was ordered to this childcare 
center, being handcuffed I was forced to enter. When I entered that dark sad day. 
A thought accrued to me. For it seems that my childhood was forever taken away. 
Now I stop to debate, this is what happens when you become a child of the state.

						
	For those
						
	Who dream?

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A Creature of the Night.

She came to me in black lace and satin, for black is all I see. With 
long blonde hair, cascading past her shoulders, she begins to move near. 
Reaching out she touches me running her fingers through my hair. I feel my life 
will be ending here.

It seems I cannot move, locked in her steel inbrace, a single tear  begins to runs 
down my face. At first she kisses my neck. Feeling a sharp pain, my life force 
begins to drain. I stare unknowing through blurry sight. She smiles ever so 
lovingly, while wipping blood from her lip. Good night my brother, have a nice 
night...

I awoke to what lie around me. New understandings it all began to rush me like 
an unstpable
flood. Something else comes to mind, for the lust of  fresh human blood, 
something needed I must find. I went to the window and begane to stare out. 
Something so amazing without a dought.There is something wrong with my 
sight, thus this be the dead of night. I see through darkness like noon day light...

I ran and looked into the hallway mirror. I scream, for my body no longer seems 
to reflect, nor does it apear. For I will no longer age. I shall look the same year 
after year. For it seems, I must take the first step. With new beginnings and 
unholy sight. I have come to this understanding. I have become a creature of the 
night.

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Home Land Security

I watch on t.v. and listion on the radio; The President claims victory, 
yet we contenue to place our young men six feet below. Thus he claims to be the 
hero. For most of mankind has only one thing in mind. Look into the eyes of the 
spineless politician and there you will find, their lust for war. The question still 
remains, why do they always send the poor?

Anouther bombing has struck the land many dead from a terrorist's hand. When 
are you going to open your eyes, and make your stand? The loss placed on the 
sea of glass. For the Lord God has noticed the evil, for this must come to pass...

This heavy unrelenting down pouring rain seems to hide these bitter tears of 
pain. The loss of all freedom will drive most insane. The government has and 
will contenue to lie. The reason they send our young men over seas to die.
This government is taking the rights away from you and me, in the name of best 
interest and homeland security.

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The Assassin

I awoke to the early morning grey. The nightmere quicly ebbing away.
I have been told by the doctors, with this pill they give. The nightmeres will go
away some day. I smile each and every day for the new born sun. I place in my
own hand a loaded gun. For it seems I can not wait for life to dectate my fate. The
news has come to late. Can I trust in what it speaks? For it not to be lies. It can
no longer gag me, I see through knowing unblind eyes...

The phone is rining apon the table. Those placed on this list, it seems are no
longer stable. The time is coming for me to begin. Starting the list from bottom, I
place my soul in unforgiveable sin.The streets are empty, the houses are dark.
One name off the list, one less mark. I have been told my heart is truly dead, in
this business I deal only in lead. On this list I count number five.If not for my
trade, these people would remain alive. This job I cannot debate, I know only time
and date...

The time has touched the selected hour. I begin to climb the highest tower.
Placed in my handunholy power. Most these people think this life is a joke. I stop
to ponder this and light a smoke.WHile the smoke arose above my head. I
thought about what the letter had read. Fifty thousand
dollars to place a round in the heart of the walking dead...

Tossing the cigarette away, a tear runs down my face, one less life will be living
this day. The rifle fires without a sound, anouther mark lie motionless on the
ground. Without thinking I chamber one more round. This land is cruel like hand
over fist. Don't mess up and be placed on the list, of the assassin.

For those
who dream

Best Poems Written by Christopher Hays

All She Could Say.

A Fathers Love

A Child of the State

A Creature of the Night.

Home Land Security

The Assassin