Kill or Be killed

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Honor Thy Mother And Father. - Poem by Kill or Be killed

I hate her.
That's what i say,
I loved him.
That's what I feel.
I know he wouldn't like how things turned out,
I know he would be ashamed to call me his daughter,
And I know know matter what I should treat her like she gave me life,
But I can't.
I can't make him proud.
And I can't make her be how she use to be.
Maybe he would understand I tell myself,
Maybe he would be on my side,
All I know for sure is he would be disapointed.
As for her I think of killing her,
I think of her blood spilling as she takes her last breath,
As I stand over her with a smile on my face.
That's what I think.
That's all I feel

Comments about Honor Thy Mother And Father. by Kill or Be killed

  • Norma Southwood (10/8/2008 10:35:00 AM)

    The title drew me in, as it's something I often tell myself.
    Your poem stunned me absolutely, it describes perfectly just how I feel myself. Amazing.
    (I only joined the site yesterday, but of course will add this to my favourites.)

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, October 10, 2008

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