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Parents Without Children...

Murderess and murderers
Such black and evil collusion
She as guilty as they,
There should be no illusion

Killer finds the address
Not too far away
He thinks he’ll make a visit
It must be today!

There are women lining up
No more babies for them now
Jobs and parties more important
“I cannot be a cow”

Killer has arrangements too
Obligations he will fill
To ‘Parents Without Children’
Taking kids that would be killed

He enters through the back-door
Waits for the scene to start
He hides among the coats
With a stony heart

Children being murdered
Never have the chance to live
Monsters taking innocent lives
That none have the right to give

Killer steps out from the closet
Takes the baby; puts it down
Thrusts a rusty pair of scissors
Through the operating gown

The stabbing of the assistants
is just a minor thing
So young and yet how evil
He loves to hear them sing!

‘Judge and jury’ is our ‘Killer’
He won’t make it easy death
He needs to see them suffer
Feel the pain, ‘till their last breath

I don’t believe in God, he says
I will make them pay
Retribution in my hands
They will scream in pain today
The doctor tries to crawl away
His assistants try to run
Killer says; Hey, look right here
We’re going to have some fun

Stand there, up against the wall
I’ll throw these knives at you
You might just duck a few of them
I really hope you do

I think I’ll cut your spinal parts
The working of your legs
No anesthesia for the slicing
I want to hear you beg

Now the doc; he gets his last
I want him thinking all the while
Shut the door, so he don’t leave
I’m doing him in style

Reaching out with steely fingers
he snatches up, a body young
A carefully measured slashing
Cuts out the screamer’s tongue

Stuffed with gauze and taped
Killer shuts the other’s mouth
Wants to know how does she like it?
Now that things are going south?

Where do you think you’re going, mom?
Don’t run away just yet
I’ll get to you, my pretty one
You can take that bet

You mean; you want some mercy?
Please don’t kill me too?
I think this is, most of all
All because of you!

With motions born of habit
Killer strikes the spots so sweet
Puts them all down on the floor
Like so many sacks of meat

Twisted limbs and savaged torsos
Legs flop in sauce so red
Faces etched with agony
Eyes rolled back in their heads

Killer views this piece of work
As retribution for their crimes
The fun he’s had this afternoon
Has been the best of times

Now Killer gives the baby
To warm and loving arms
Eyes wet with gratitude
Fall in love with baby’s charms

This infant, full of life is saved
Parents wait for him
Those who will, give their love
Though they’re not his kin

Moving far away from here
No one needs to know
Where parents can have children
That’s where they will go

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Structured: Western
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Comments

To see even Killer has a soft and loving side. I was just sitting here wondering why I couldn't be as heartless and emotionless as some people I know so that I wouldn't have to feel or love or care...but then I read this and even the most ruthless..have some feelings goods. :) any ideas for our collaberation???

Keep Writing,
Carrie

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

Too bad we can't Really send killer after Gosnell and his clients.................stan

that would really send a message, wouldn't it? Thanks for the read and comment, ~ Gee

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