A tale of my awakening
I was out searching for the kidnapped child
And after many a day and night
In holes and pits deep and wild
I found her captor's vacant hideout.
A cursory inspection revealed it all,
And my soul shattered, I stood agog
The little girl had been butchered in fall,
And greedily fed to these two dogs
In the face of this atrocity,
My war torn mind has snapped
I laid them low with a cleaver
And waited for he that did knap
Then he returned, I gripped him firm
Wordlessly, to iron pipe he was chained,
I placed a hacksaw near his arm
And set the house a fire, ner a wain
I then spoke, and said that he, to escape,
Would have time to cut through his flesh
Then calmly from across the street I wait
And watched the structure burn to ash
Poetry by Rorschach
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Written on 2007-09-25 at 13:56
Tags Vigilante Madness Chaos
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Rorschach
I was out searching for the kidnapped child
And after many a day and night
In holes and pits deep and wild
I found her captor's vacant hideout.
A cursory inspection revealed it all,
And my soul shattered, I stood agog
The little girl had been butchered in fall,
And greedily fed to these two dogs
In the face of this atrocity,
My war torn mind has snapped
I laid them low with a cleaver
And waited for he that did knap
Then he returned, I gripped him firm
Wordlessly, to iron pipe he was chained,
I placed a hacksaw near his arm
And set the house a fire, ner a wain
I then spoke, and said that he, to escape,
Would have time to cut through his flesh
Then calmly from across the street I wait
And watched the structure burn to ash
Poetry by Rorschach
Read 739 times
Written on 2007-09-25 at 13:56
Tags Vigilante Madness Chaos
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