Dark Poetry #4 |
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lanaia74 Member
since 2006-08-25
Posts 67 |
I will go out again tonight, because my God tells me too I do his bidding and whatever he wishes He comes to me and he is within plain view Out of everyone he choose me to fulfill his wishes. I choose my victims at random I am so slick, no one will ever suspect me I am smart, I will never get caught, I;m not that dumb From my demonic force I never wish to flee. My God gives me everything I want In my twisted mind I am doing the right thing I lurk in the shadows, my victims I never taunt To my beliefs I will forever cling. You will never see my face, my method is the gun Waiting and lurking in the night, until I think I have found the right ones I do my work at night, never in the day under the shining sun My victims go about their business, never suspecting the fire of a gun. So tonight I go out again, because my God tells me to do so Waiting and lurking for my next victims, so silent, not a sound then BOOM The sweet sound of my gun as I am hidden from view See I am the son, Son of Sam. |
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JenniferMaxwell
since 2006-09-14
Posts 2423 |
I think this is one of your best poems. I loved the way you opened the poem making the reader think one thing and then switched abruptly to what the poem was really about. Very clever! |
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burntsiena Junior Member
since 2006-08-10
Posts 34Rhode Island |
Chilling and intimadating...meant to instill fear in the reader, it seems. I think this really paints an image of a persona - a very troubling one for anyone who despises murder. Yet, I am very intrigued by the fact that the person seems to lack full control over their actions - the god being the one really calling the shots. Burnt Siena |
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