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I spend my days here far below
in a cramped and sizzling room
tormented by fellow sinners
.....false prophets

The only thing I'm allowed to watch
on my 1 channel TV screen
my mortal remains
I know the smell well
same as my victims' parts
long after the blood starts.........clotting

Each day brings a different agony
no getting inured to it
today it's being flayed

But even here I have daily duties
I am the head chef
as I have plenty of practice

Often after an exceptional feast
of souls, hopes, faith, with dreams on the side
I'm given furlough
only at night

I am released into your world
(if your world is seedy desperate city streets)
to frequent the haunts of my kind
with each step and fetid breath
I corrupt these minds
...with despair
..........but you know the list of 7

I perform my tasks so very well
yet my escape is also Hell
To watch others act out my depravities
upon the guilty, matter
as I can only watch
unable to join in
the ghost

Of Jeffrey Dahmer

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I don't go there very often and just about never in classic form. I guess for this write shivers is good lol...........stan

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Stan o man
5 years since none read this
what of us we are dry grass dish
who to read us will wish

Hardly one of my best efforts. No real wonder it sat so long lol. I appreciate you digging this old thing up.........stan

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