Talk to me on AIM at: INDEEDDonMann Past Entries at a Glance I've come crawling back to myself... - Sunday, Feb. 28, 2010
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Don Mann: Focusing on my Craft Wednesday, Oct. 29, 2003 - 2:46 a.m. There was once a man who lived all alone In a house on top of a hill The children would play in a field nearby He'd yell "Shut up or you'll all be killed!" ~~ They didn't listen to the man at all They shouted and screamed and played Unfortunately he kept his promises to all And dealt justice with a twelve inch blade ~~ He stalked down the hill dressed all in black His blade shimmered, held tight in his hand The children still laughing were oblivious to him Oblivious to his evil plan ~~ He tore through the flesh with his gleaming knife Stabbed at the youths with a spear He chased down those who thought they could escape He filled all their faces with fear ~~ When the deed was done there was gore all around He looked to make sure no one had seen it Then smiled satisfied with the havok he'd wrought He was also relieved he didn't have to clean it ~~ Tommy's liver was lying underneath the slide Brenda's scalped hair by the jungle gym Little Jimmy's eyes were ripped out of his head and Jenny's corpse was missing its skin ~~ Billy's peeled face was atop the swinging tire Blood filled the tiny sand box A hole had been carved into Tina's little head Her brains replaced with sand and rocks ~~ Those who ran away couldn't escape From death which came much too quick Before they knew it the steel met flesh or they were skewered with a pointed stick ~~ He wrapped the survivors up in a sack and tied it with a length of twine He smiled to himself and said aloud "Now you little brats are mine." ~~ He marched his way up the mighty hill Prepared to make good what he'd sworn He took the children deep into his house and demonstrated to them the depth of his scorn ~~ Finally the parents realized how quiet it was and also that the kiddies were gone They walked to the playground and saw the cause; Their childrens' organs spread all over the lawn ~~ The parents they followed the trail of blood To find the missing children from their flock Until the front door of the mansion came before them The town mayor gave it a ferocious knock ~~ "Let us in, you murderous devil!" The Mayor said in his strongest yell The only thing is, you can cry out all you want When you're knocking on the gates of Hell ~~ The doors were flung open and the folk poured in Their hearts full of anger and hate They tore the entire place apart piece by piece But alas, for the children it was too late ~~ Those unruly children whom he took back to his home That terrible mansion on the hill He pinned them all to the wall of his basement With railroad spikes to keep them still ~~ The townsfolk screamed and drew back in terror At the horrifying image set before them The mothers of the children were overwhelmed with sadness Melancholy feelings; they couldn't endure them ~~ Despite their best efforts and hardest of labors All their attempts were in vain The madman from atop the hill had escaped To another town, waiting to strike again. |