Angels of Death

It was an ordinary day

Plotting to kill on our minds

We threw a dice to see

Who would be next to die

For us it was not a mystery

Tools in hand-duct tape-and knife

We were angels of death

Our hearts raced

With murder in our hearts

Stealthily we approached

The screech of our tape

Across the alabaster skin

The bonds of the rope

Sliced our victim’s skin

Death to our victim

Ah the victory

Death has won

 

LJN © 2011

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