Premeditated,
It was a crime without soul,
A soulless body left to rot
in a putrid swamp
Limbs spread everywhere,
his impaled head with the eyes
ripped off
Roting smell coming from the corpse,
the crows passing by
with their wings spread
as angels nightmares,
with lightnings to illuminate
the target
Half-eaten eye balls,
yellow teeth with a perfect grind,
smiling with pleasure,
loving to be dead
The wind blows strong,
as leaves fly over his tied legs,
crushed to the bone marrow.
The murder weapon,
an axe,
filled with
blood,
pestilence and
tiny bits of flesh.
... Years pass by....
And all that remains
is a simple skeleton,
waiting to be puzzled out.
O melhor*
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