Hit Man Poem by Rage'n Curtis
Hit Man
I am a killer,
born to serve.
Raised without care
I have plenty of nerve.
I'm in the buisness
of killing and death.
I do what I do
I have nothing left.
I am ruthlessness
in human form.
I slay without mercy
I'm not to mourn.
I do the dirty work
for bloodthirsty men,
who have alot of
money they want to spend
to put someone's life to
a screaming end.
I now know the purpose
I have on this earth.
Dont free me from my burdon
and rid me of my curse.
Somday when i'm dead
and my soul is submerged,
I hope to be rid of
my bloodshed urge.
The devil needs hitmen too... possibly a long term career then! ! Nice work Alan.
AMAZING i love dark poetry its great! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/16/2024 8:47:27 AM # 1.0.0.1119
do your hitman poems... come with a fee... i'm retired.