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Committing murder gave him a thrill.
He stabbed people and shot some with guns.
Human Beings meant nothing to him, it was fun.

He cut a man/'/s heart out and it/'/s enough to make people cringe.
Seeing his dad kill himself is what made him come unhinged.
He sneaked up behind a woman and slit her throat.
He was proud of the killings and decided to gloat.

Gloating was what caused him to be caught by the cops.
People are very thankful because he has been stopped.
When people found out that he was the killer, it was a big surprise.
He is locked up in an insane asylum and will be there until he dies.
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Thrill Kills

Contributed by randyjohnson on Saturday, 19th May 2018 @ 07:17:07 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

A man was sick and he loved to kill.
Committing murder gave him a thrill.
He stabbed people and shot some with guns.
Human Beings meant nothing to him, it was fun.

He cut a man/'/s heart out and it/'/s enough to make people cringe.
Seeing his dad kill himself is what made him come unhinged.
He sneaked up behind a woman and slit her throat.
He was proud of the killings and decided to gloat.

Gloating was what caused him to be caught by the cops.
People are very thankful because he has been stopped.
When people found out that he was the killer, it was a big surprise.
He is locked up in an insane asylum and will be there until he dies.

Copyright © randyjohnson ... [ 2018-05-19 19:17:07]
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Re: Thrill Kills (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Saturday, 19th May 2018 @ 11:50:30 PM AEST
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Randy...When I read A MAN WAS SICK AND HE LOVED TO KILL...I thought your hero had a cold.
Glad we cleared that up! Nice rhymes here..and a story with a moral. If you/'/re gonna be insane, don/'/t tell anyone!
Yikes.
softerware

Re: Thrill Kills (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 20th May 2018 @ 02:26:58 AM AEST
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so there is this rudimentary logic
that tells me not to kill anyone,
but more than that, I/'/d rather
kill myself, which I would never
do.
And life is hard, and there are
people who got it harder than
I have. They maybe were
beaten as children and had
coped by learning to be evil
themselves. Perhaps this
combined with some mental
health issue.
But if you have been beaten
for no reason, like many
folks have, the vast majority
still do not become cold
hard killers.
Thankfully, I thought today,
there are a whole lot of
people just like me,
or like you Randy Johnson,
that come from different
cultures, that look different
than you or I, but are
incredibly similar.
Anyway, it would be
very nice to live in
a neighborhood like
that. And I smiled
when I thought about
such a truth.
You could think of
several million Randy
Johnson/'/s, all living
together, sort of like
a special club where
life has this tremendous
spirit and all these
questions that have
so many answers
would ever so slowly
revolve around the sun
The plans, they
would be there
never to be perfectly
achieved, but
we/'/, all the Randy
Johnson would
still plan, undaunted.
Feeling and caring
about outcomes
so much so,
The essence of life
itself, they/'/d
all suppose
each and every
one.

Peace!

Re: Thrill Kills (User Rating: 1 )
by Puppy_dog_eyes on Friday, 29th June 2018 @ 10:47:20 AM AEST
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I/'/ve never understood how anyone can be driven to kill, I/'/m sure I never will understand it.
One thing I have learn is that man as a species is very complex and often cruel.
An asylum is the best place for these people, they are beyond redemption

Steve

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