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Thursday morning, seven AM

Young boy found dead in a garbage can

When apprehended the police asked why

"God told me to", was my reply

Voluntary manslaughter

Killing in the heat of passion

By another's command

Killing for god

In my room a dog lies dead

A crucifix pounded through his head

I hung him high to drain his blood

God told me that I should

Voluntary manslaughter

Killing in the heat of passion

By another’s command

Killing for god

Pieces of Grandma litter the den

God, please don't let me kill again

Please whisper to me no more

Another will fight the holy war

Voluntary manslaughter

Killing in the heat of passion

By another's command

Killing for god

God told me to

God told me to

God told me to

So it must be right

- - - - - -

uncle John isn't in bed

he seems to have been moved

aunt Mary nailed the basement shut

keeping him from view

uncle John is on the floor

with a hammer through his lungs

my aunt is sleeping peacefully

but the night has just begun

life returns

superstition intervenes

his hand begins to move

removes the weapon from his flesh

his savage gaping wound

all that I remember hearing

the sound of broken bones

draggin' himself up the stairs

and gnawing through the door

life returns

aunt Mary's on the stairs

thick mats of blood and hair

but uncle John you're dead

that's what aunt Mary said