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Today I saw a hawk suddenly appear swooped and
grabbed a sparrow standing on a phone line.
It sat on an old oak tree tearing it victim apart
and since it was sated other sparrows flew about
without fear. The human world is more complex
we use religion to commit murder, this time as
often Islam a peaceful religion, has once again been
used as an excuse for murder.
This modern life soaked in blood, but we only react
to what we see, grisly murder enacted by idiots,
who do not deserve to be understood by liberals.
Yet I wish there were a phone camera ready when
drones tear limbs from the innocents΄ bodies, most
of them children who do not understand why.
oskar hansen

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My Mistake

Isn't it my mistake to take the blame
Why are you constantly reminding me
At least I admit my mistake
Yet you let drug dealers go free
Not to mention AID spreaders
And your going to judge us
That's not your place to prey on the weak
We constantly beat ourselves
And you throw in a kick or two
Until we're dead
Then you put on that cry
When you assisted the murder
Like you really cared but its just a show
Like you haven't made a mistake
to forgive and forget
Yet these rules don't apply
But everyone has killed someone
Even with out the knowledge
The kid who committed suicide
that you teased
You disobey your parents
Which rose blood pressures
You even reminded a teacher
Of his dead daughter
Which caused him to drink again
But the line of knowing and not knowing
Is thick
But no one sees that line
until they intentionally murder someone
But murder isn't in me
Although the threat is
But I can never take another's life
Intentionally, when i want to take my own
Its not my place to take another's life
Only God should possess the power
Even I would even accept my punishment
Because I deserve it
TaBresha Bozeman

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I am a murderer.

Shadow of Death, lurks on my way.
I can hear him snickering.
Coming up for me, because
I am a murderer.

Death coming up for me,
With penance for my errs,
Murder jolted for sarcasm
Murder resiled by fling.

Nor hands, nor ropes or knives
For a gift of death and pain,
I’m sorry I couldn’t stop me.
Before I saw your young body dropp slowly,

I’m a murderer, murder for sarcasm.
I killed you in my womb,
A deliberate female foetus termination
I’m a murderer,
Shadow of Death, lurks on my way.
Sakkthi Subramaniyam

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Serial killer

CoId silence
a prelude to violence
a prologue of madness
the dialogue of mumness
the noise of absence
heart beat stops
bystanders watch
others talk
as the police holds his chalk
the muderer's up a notch
coz tonight he was on spot
again on clock
murder without a plot
murder randomly sort
murder meticulously thought of
now all he has is an afterthought
the aftermath of implemented
he thinks too much coz thoughts
keep racing through his mind
thoughts of his past
his near past,
his present
his near future
and his ultimate future
the afterlife is not an issue
it was never the big Q
so he doesnt need a tissue
he's a rogue villain
blessed with brilliance
bounty to a million
camouflage like a chamillion
colours like strategies ever in
their billions
he's the type of killer they call... serial killer
martinez king cortez muriithi

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