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Friday, 12 July 2013


Sitting behind the desk, I stare,
all this women does is glare.
Sighing heavily I question,
Asking for a full and frank confession.

Unblinking eyes she begins,
the tales and woes of her sins.
How she had to kill her boy
as his future would only destroy.

She had cut him fast and deep,
and not one tear will she weep.
Her father is the one to blame,
this is his, and only his, shame.

It was he who did commit,
the untold sin, she did admit.
It was justice that she sought,
but not once did he get caught.

Over and over he did thrust,
till she was filled with self disgust.
Then with child she did swell,
the true dad she could not tell.

This went round inside her brain,
until finally she went insane.
She killed a poor innocent male,
now her days will be spent in jail.

Written Nov 07
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