Night. Road. A car runs over man.
Smash. Blood. The grating steel with clang.
Dread. Shakes. And driver slips away.
Strong. Fash. He's guilty of the fray.
Soul. Climbs. The heaven but returns.
No. Rest. For one we can't discern.
Ghost. Seeks. A justice after death.
Plods. On. Until the killer steps.
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The breath of wind, or lisp of leaves,
U wish to sleep, but silence pins,
Your past is still alive!
Defied the law, you never lout,
So reins of doom, impel its knout,
This time you won't revive!
U brought to the wall by mental Ripper,
No medium tells you truth but Clipper,
The coven of fears,
Need deliverance,
Insomnia hopples with insistence...
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Job. Done. The victim cries and chokes.
Mind. Twists. Headhaze from deepest tokes.
Tough. Twines. The fatal thread is torn.
Wings. Wilt. 'Cause executioner won.
P.S. With a Music - smth. from Judas Priest.
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Mental Ripper
© Copyright: Дитрих Даркер, 2016
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