I love knowing what I'd be able to do,
To get away with killing you
It takes planning and time for the perfect crime
A weapon of choice,
Some bags of quick lime
Torture I won't
Your souls already tortured
Just know that soon
You'll be in a mortuary
So unsuspecting
I'll speak at the wake
And trust me
There'll be nothing good to say
But first I'll eat all the sausage rolls
And toast to you
You absolute troll
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He Without Sin
PoetryA new collection of poetry based on the theme of the seven deadly sins - Envy, Gluttony, Greed, Lust, Pride, Sloth and Wrath. A work in progress book, with poems added as I work on them. All based on true experiences and encounters I hope you enjoy...
