Murdered Poem by Timothy Long

mass to mass, little to little, body counts up and down, sociopathic games to be played, lives on trade, killers like ted bundy you know, extermination and hatred in a deep sense, only pained angry tortured souls kill as they kill themselves duttitly, take hold in killing as god, the coldest people ever met and strangest ever to live life, slashing slashes with many gashes, graves to rob for people to stalk and collect, straight breakdown to intellectual capacity mastermind, hurting like never in life, in fright declared scared beyond mental rehabilitation, murdered an immortal soul, dead but bypassed in rebirth, not life worth living.