Righting Wrongs

Death has come knocking at your door.

The evil you’ve forced others to endure

manifested itself in the vileness of your pores

bringing actions from within that are impure.

Here you face a decision, the last one that is yours;

let the Reaper take you from this earth and use your own hands to end your curse. OR

Have a life full of strife and a knife placed in your spine, drug upwards, and paralyzed.

After that, hung upside down from your feet as blood pools underneath.

Sedation and medication will be administered to prolong your situation

you will long for the sweet release of disconnection from your bodily prison.

Your pleas to die will be ignored like the innocence you’ve stolen from children.

I will see this happen like you like to see underage children. Sick perversion!

Skin filets easier than a deer hangs, so long as you don’t cut too deep.

I know the ways to make sure you feel the pain, without cutting your veins.

So, no worries!

Hell, I’ll even make you a steak. Don’t worry, it’ll be from your own meat!

Let me get back on track, I won’t make you eat your own fat.

Instead, I’ll remove your scalp

after I have skinned your extremities let the blood seep out.

Pump O- in and bring you back around.

Let the rope down to the ground and laugh as you squirm around.

Muscles in your arms are there to see and are unspectacular, as always.

The way you lay there now, not looking up or around,

reminds me of the way the children you preyed on must have been; hurt easily.

Well, I’ve had my fun and let out my frustrations.

But don’t take this lightly or think that it is an option.

Do as death commands to make this shit right and fix your sins

or find out what true pain is.

People die everyday

so, make sure you don’t delay.

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