#WritcoPoemPrompt18
I walk across the golden sands,
Leaving footsteps of my memories,
Follow me across the lands,
Let's celebrate our victories...

Devilishly smile for triumphant
We like animal celebrate elagant
No body knows for what we do
We keep it like a money,yes we do

We like seeing them afraid
Shouting for what they laid
One,two,three I've never count
But you did it loud

We make you moan for pleasure
We're five back then but you don't measure
We make your body sweat
Like your pennies down wet

After the pleasure we make you scream for hurt and plead,
You like a echo its irritating,
So we make it easy you'll dead,
"kill him!" they stating

Now your dead
You already paid
Now there's always a trace
That happen years ago in that place
We raped you and make you dead
But there's a tragedy did


We make it pay
But its late
It's our fate
To kill them and pay

That our job and duty
Even its not a beauty
We accept that work
Like we ate like fork

Yummy,delicious and tasty
Seeing the blood lastly
We make it fast
So your the last

Always look at your back
Cause you don't know your lock
We kill that's our profession
We like blood that our obsession












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