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Playground Hounds
By Wiccad
On the playgrounds of hell
They hear me yell
Lies once told
I now can tell
Lying there beaten and battered
This child
never mattered
My heart and soul lay scattered
They swore
to protect me
But most neglected me
Blind to the beatings put
upon me
Hiding in the bushes
Squatting low and making wishes
Quiet now or they may hear......
Fifteen minutes on hells
playground
A lifetime of nightmare hounds
Chasing me, bashing
me, smashing me
Ripping and pulling the fabric of my soul
Sinking their canines through to bone
Always running, always alone
Burn in hell worthless beings
Blessed be all of your beatings
And fuck you and your feelings
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Copyright 2010 Wiccad
Comments on "Playground Hounds"
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A former member wrote:
i liked this one...very dark and haha bet it will scare the jezuses outta little kid.. xD well keep up the good writes
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On Thursday, February 11, 2010, Malcholm Dark
(810)
wrote:
wow, dark, passionate and full of fear. I loved it. thanks.
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A former member wrote:
i love the last 3 lines!
Keep it up!
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