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Children are born here everyday... born as stillborns because they are already dead the second they enter the world... mouths stitched because they can't speak for themselves... [66 words]
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My Nursery Elboc Noj
Slinkering
Down a long aisle
Surrounded by stillborns
Pulled from thier mothers
Slice open by a blade
Held by me...
Don't cry
You're dead
Right when you enter
This world of...
Hate...
Lust...
And scars...
You're dead
Unloved
...
Father forgive me
Mother forgive me
Father forgive me
Mother forgive me
Father forgive me
Mother forgive me
...
I hold you in my hands
Embellical cord still attatched
You're eyes are still
As I slowly stitch
Your mouth shut
No screaming when you're dead...
I set you to sleep
And cut the next mother in line...
READER'S REVIEWS (4) DISCLAIMER: STORYMANIA DOES NOT PROVIDE AND IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR REVIEWS. ALL REVIEWS ARE PROVIDED BY NON-ASSOCIATED VISITORS, REGARDLESS OF THE WAY THEY CALL THEMSELVES.
"What was extrememly morbid..." -- Michelle.
"I know... I don't like this piece much... mainly from the deranged image I had in my head when I wrote this that still haunts me today..." -- Elboc Noj.
"man your a great writer but really are you possessed? I would really like to talk to you about that, maybe you can answer some of my questions?" -- adam.
"great writer? he is horrible! common sence people! if i saw him i would probably attack this dude!i probably wouldn't mind if you...ugh!" -- shawn w.
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