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a child in the eyes of death as hatred takes his final breath. a little boy, that no one knew who hides behind these eyes of blue. killer with a precious smile, so cold and dark, intense and vile. a stranger to himself again, the little boy inside the man. raised on hatred, stress, and pain, the master of these mental games. now everyday's a darkened crypt, alone inside this world I sit. from victim, to a victimizer, older, stronger, faster, wiser. the product of his parents curse, without a chance in hell at birth. this child is the eyes of death, mocks every single fatal step. and what you thought you'd never see, is buried deep inside of me! Copyright �2004 George Alan Lawson |
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