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WAGES OF SIN
I spend my days here far below
in a cramped and sizzling room
sweating
tormented by fellow sinners
.....rapists
.....murderers
.....false prophets
.....molesters
.....worse..............
The only thing I'm allowed to watch
on my 1 channel TV screen
my mortal remains
rotting
I know the smell well
same as my victims' parts
long after the blood starts.........clotting
Each day brings a different agony
no getting inured to it
today it's being flayed
slowly
justly
But even here I have daily duties
I am the head chef
as I have plenty of practice
Often after an exceptional feast
of souls, hopes, faith, with dreams on the side
I'm given furlough
only at night
I am released into your world
(if your world is seedy desperate city streets)
to frequent the haunts of my kind
with each step and fetid breath
I corrupt these minds
...with despair
....lust
.....gluttony
......hatred
..........but you know the list of 7
I perform my tasks so very well
yet my escape is also Hell
To watch others act out my depravities
upon the guilty, innocent......no matter
as I can only watch
unable to join in
the ghost
Of Jeffrey Dahmer
Comments
scribbler
Fri, 2011-02-11 17:48
hey Shirl
I don't go there very often and just about never in classic form. I guess for this write shivers is good lol...........stan
lovedly
Wed, 2016-02-24 16:42
HI
Stan o man
5 years since none read this
what of us we are dry grass dish
who to read us will wish
scribbler
Thu, 2016-02-25 15:28
Hi loved
Hardly one of my best efforts. No real wonder it sat so long lol. I appreciate you digging this old thing up.........stan