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MoonstruckThis story may contain adult content. |
| Written by Nate Stanford | |
| Thursday, 24 April 2008 | |
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Share it:      The sad song echoing through my head. Night after night, when I go to my bed. I've spoken to doctors, they claim I'm insane. They wouldn't know what goes on in my brain.
Torcher, sickness, doubt, and hate. Just get in line for your cold-blooded fate. I must be special, my mother would say. Or atleast she would to me, to my fathers dismay.
Everybody knew it from the very beginning. Even as an infant, I couldn't stop sinning. They had the chance to prevent this all. Day after day they wiped blood off the walls.
If they would have taken me down while I was weak. No, he's not crazy, he's just very unique. To strangers, lovers, friends, and enemies, I say: I will put your crimes to justice and make sure you pay.
None of this is me, its the man you created. Like shaping the clay while you laughed, and you hated. I was that kid, who nobody ever went around. But I was like a sponge, all the hate very profound.
And as I claim my next victim, I have nothing left to declare. It's in my hands now whether I choose to spare, any of you, could be the next one, come close if you dare. Don't try and sneak past me, though, I am always aware. Copyright 2008 Nate Stanford |
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