Feb 27 2008, 5:03 pm / Angry
cruelty times ten in a locked and bolted room shackles dangle from a rusty chain descending waves of terror advancing clouds of gloom walls coated with dryed and aged blood unheard crys for help ghostly crys for mercy that come in a towering flood the scent of cheap cologne and whiskey and sweat shattered lonely childhood black morose regret inside the lonely garrett sits the pedophile prince his thoughts are blackened evil sin dark enough to make the angels wince turn the circle ever backward to the childhood before where he was bound and tethered to an old oak cellar door the uncle then the villian catching him in the snare to break him and wound him with jolly hell and never gave a single care black sexual cravings of a cold and bitter stripe hot greasy hands holding him down molestation was ripe when johnny was ten in a wooded old shed his brother took took him to dread whipped him with belts and branded with ash defiled his body with lash after lash just like his uncle who,d done it to him stole his small body when he took him to swim and his father before him out on the old farm broke him and stole him and took him to harm abuse is a circle that go,s round and round forever repeating till its brought to the ground tonight in his room johnny stops the whole show trembling with rage he has but one way to go the taste of blue steel is cold on his tongue as he relives the horrer of when he was young scene upon scene of screaming red hell he sees all the pictures he smells all the smells and then on the trigger some pressur,s applied and now in this second the circle has died
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