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VICTIMS

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I hear voices  from the ghoul;
That dwell under my bed

A picture of blood filed pool;
That constantly appears in my head

I never understood what message it wanted to convey me;
Always Wondering what it could be?

Until last of my breath;
Got my answer after I was drowned to death

Now I dwell under the bed; where my child sleeps

Making her dream roses of dripping blood;
Hinting her  where her Mother buried me with ease..

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