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She Stopped Loving God
Contributed by
KishaLovesCare126
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Saturday, 2nd April 2005 @ 11:46:47 PM in AEST
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3-28-05 12:46 AM
She sits inside the corner Humming aside her shame Her heart is racing in her chest What a repulsive, horrible mess.
Tears are streaking from her eyes Gulping up her fear She tries to wipe off filth It's permanent on her skin.
Running thoughts inside her head She returns to the horror moments before Now she is sitting behind a closed locked door Blocking out his untrusting words.
Moonlight stares her in her eyes Blood is oozing out her arms tonight Cuts so vibert they burn with warmth Taking those events away.
Inside her room shadows play games Creeping toward her grabbing her soul Listening to the silence that has filled the hall Will he go now? Has he left at all?
Trembling from head to toe He took her innocents He snatched from her, her breath Lingering above her is only cold death.
Listening, waiting, wondering Will he come to hurt her again? Why to him is this pleasuring? Didn't he hear her cries and pleads?
Jumpy at every thing that moves She lays down on the corners floor Looking for some comfort Looking for some sleep -- hopefully.
Her eyes are heavy ready for sleep First she grabs a sheet of paper and a pen Still with trembling fingers she writes: "Dear God, How could you let this happen to me? I hate you for this disgusting punishment Never am I going to believe in you again ."
Care Strom
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Re: She Stopped Loving God
(User Rating: 1 ) by bigtig6269 on
Sunday, 3rd April 2005 @ 03:24:44 AM AEST (User
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| very sad. good write, but said. I don't understand why stuff like that is allowed to happen either. Keep up the good work. If I was her, I believe I would get my revenge with a rifle, but that's just me. I'm a guy, but I could almost imagine how it must feel. Be strong. |
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Re: She Stopped Loving God
(User Rating: 1 ) by Jackee_line on
Sunday, 3rd April 2005 @ 08:42:03 AM AEST (User
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| well done |
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Re: She Stopped Loving God
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Sunday, 3rd April 2005 @ 04:31:24 PM AEST (User
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This is a heartbreaking , well written poem.My heart and prayers are with you. I hope she can get out of that situation , and start to heal. Sexual abuser's / child molseters are cowards and deserve the most severe punishment!!!!!( I personally agree with Tig about the shotgun) I dont know what i would do if someone hurtt one of my kids!
Huggs,
Leia |
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Re: She Stopped Loving God
(User Rating: 1 ) by Gothchyk on
Sunday, 3rd April 2005 @ 08:24:11 PM AEST (User
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| i've been down that road before, it's hard to be strong and beleive in one who is strong enough to stop all the horrible stuff that happens in this world. Great write though. |
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Re: She Stopped Loving God
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Sunday, 3rd April 2005 @ 10:02:34 PM AEST (User
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This poem is a great writing. It is gut wrenching.
It kills me to see what these sick (censored) can do to an innocent child.
I think it is simply horrendous what these sick demons do to our children; how they ruin them for life.
Personally, I don’t think the rifle is sufficient enough punishment unless you use it in such a way to make absolutely sure the sick (censored) suffers at the very least, as much as that child does. Then the sick (censored) dies most horribly before it’s death.
I probably cannot state how I’d use the rifle on here as I may get banned from the site. simply shooting them is not enough.
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