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Thursday, 16 May 2013

48. Torture


48.
Torture

The torturer is sorry when you die,
no longer can he make you cry.
He wishes to prolong the agony, keep you alive,
that is his aim, from nine to five.
Hurting you, causing you pain, kicking you around is his fun.
He may not be called a torturer, he is one.
He is indifferent to your plight.
If this is you, goodnight.





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