Torture

The evilest criminals, that go in the book of kills, don’t just kill their victims. They torture them in the most different ways from knives to words. All in All painful. In life we are tortured by fate. Whether it be losing a friend or losing your dog. Things dying, siblings crying, bullies laugh. All painful torture. Though never killing it wears down on a person and soon they’ll be begging, Please Just Kill….Me.

This poem is about: 
My country

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