Over the hill lies the body of a dead boy
Who was shot while playing with his toy
Beside his bedside
Where he could here the screams of his mother
Being mutilated by the very man he called father
He was subconsciously being killed at first
Then came the fist which was manifested consciously
Right there a little boy was killed
Right there a little monster was created
Who grows on the philosophy that hitting a woman is the proper ritual.
©karmascars
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