Sashy Bent Poem by Silence Dogood

I can help you see the light out of your despair,
You tie the rope, I'll kick the fucking chair,
Here comes my lover dead at dawn.
When sun does rise she will be gone.
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We must be careful, attack at night.
Silent steps, must be right.
No mistakes not now of times.
We cannot pay for awful crimes.

She is sleeping, so beware.
Take your steps, with careful care.
Do not wake, do not stir.
Take my orders, say yes sir.

Pull out the gun, with silent ease.
Surpise surprise its such a breeze.
Cock it quick, right to her head.
No mistakes, she will be dead.

A shriek is made, a scream does come.
But she will die with rise of sun.
Make her move, with rope and chair.
make her stand here or there.

She will die our victim now.
A quiet death they'll wonder how.
A suicide that's how it looks.
A murder, killing for the books.

Now write the note, now watch her die.
Quick quick say goodbye.
Sign her name Sashy Bent.
Murder one with intent.