Dead Baby by Chris newlash

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Dead Baby

Cross my heart and hope to die.
Stab a baby in the eye.
Look at the color of it's blood.
Throw the baby in the mud.
Shake the baby, don't let it cry.
Stab it in it's other eye.
Drain the blood from it's head.
Look how much the baby's bleed.
The baby's death has been delaid.
Cut it with a razor blade.

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Chris newlash

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Vivian Gural (11/8/2008 3:02:00 PM)
omw! wut would make u write something like that? that's awful! very descriptive and good use of adjectives, but put it to better use!

Bobby Kramer Jr (9/17/2008 1:03:00 PM)
WHEN YOU HAVE THOUGHTS LIKE THIS OF CHILDREN, IT'S VERY SCARY! ! IT'S ONLY WORDS BUT IN SOME CASES THEY TURN TO ACTIONS. I THINK YOU NEED SOME HELP. THATS A HORRIBLE THING TO WRITE! !

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Chris newlash (19-45-1900 / peeweeville alaska)