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The mind of a killer

by

Patrick Dolan

Hurting someone is on his mind any violent action with the first weapon that he can find. Girl or guy he doesnít mind his thirst quenched by committing crimes. He kills people each time with no thought and with no plan behind, it sends a buzz right down his spine to the law this guy is blind no remorse in his heart that you could find. He wakes up all depressed canít find motivation for his next breath all he thinks about is when she left this was the day of her untimely death. Coincidentally this same day he started killing he heard the voice and got the feeling, inflicting hurt became appealing upon the people that he was seeing all round him he loved their pleading to let em go or to stop them breathing after being tortured so much they stopped believing in god and higher beings with the devil himself they were dealing, there was nothing they could do to stop him ripping them in two. They tried to scream and get attention the music drowned there every attempt-and so!
metimes sent them to dimension. With every person he attacked he got the pleasure that he lacked, with every artery that he slashed and every skull that he had cracked. Six months and 12 kills later he was caught by the investigator and was sentenced to go to jail and become the prison caterer. His new life it suited him fine he was surrounded by disturbed minds in this place he was the sanest guy. In a sense he fitted in they treated him just like a king he could get his hands on anything this is how killing people gave his life a better swing the next 20 years should be interesting will he profit from all that sin?


Mind of a killer

by

Patrick Dolan


Hurting someone is on his mind any violent action with the first weapon that he can find. Girl or guy he doesnít mind his thirst quenched by committing crimes. He kills people each time with no thought and with no plan behind, it sends a buzz right down his spine to the law this guy is blind no remorse in his heart that you could find. He wakes up all depressed canít find motivation for his next breath all he thinks about is when she left this was the day of her untimely death. Coincidentally this same day he started killing he heard the voice and got the feeling, inflicting hurt became appealing upon the people that he was seeing all round him he loved their pleading to let em go or to stop them breathing after being tortured so much they stopped believing in god and higher beings with the devil himself they were dealing, there was nothing they could do to stop him ripping them in two. They tried to scream and get attention the music drowned there every attempt-and sometime!
s sent them to dimension. With every person he attacked he got the pleasure that he lacked, with every artery that he slashed and every skull that he had cracked. Six months and 12 kills later he was caught by the investigator and was sentenced to go to jail and become the prison caterer. His new life it suited him fine he was surrounded by disturbed minds in this place he was the sanest guy. In a sense he fitted in they treated him just like a king he could get his hands on anything this is how killing people gave his life a better swing the next 20 years should be interesting will he profit from all that sin?

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by

Patrick Dolan

As my friends falthers riffle is pointed in the back of your head your voice trimbles whith fear and asking for giveness of your so called god. I wipe off the black smeard make up as it smears down youy face. Now your begging for your life and that just tearns me on more. now i say to you this so called jesus died for his own sins not yours. i start to fuck with her mind by keep saying theres no god thers no god. she covers her ears from the torment and starts to yell. i slap her in the back of her head to shut her up. i tell hre she faces the last few secounds of her life and then i pull the trigger of death. as the fuck up as i am i fogget to load the gun. not a few seconds latter she swings her fist arond and hits me right in the eye and she runs. i hold me hand up to my face and when i pulled it away ther was a palm full of blood. i reailized and sall she had a ring on a shint cross ring now tanted by my drugish blood. i drop to my knees and start to smile as i rea!
lize what im doing and what i done thers know reason to run from the cops I'll just waite for them im not running from my self anymore.

Untitled

by

Patrick Dolan

As my friends falthers riffle is pointed in the back of your head your voice trimbles whith fear and asking for giveness of your so called god. I wipe off the black smeard make up as it smears down youy face. Now your begging for your life and that just tearns me on more. now i say to you this so called jesus died for his own sins not yours. i start to fuck with her mind by keep saying theres no god thers no god. she covers her ears from the torment and starts to yell. i slap her in the back of her head to shut her up. i tell hre she faces the last few secounds of her life and then i pull the trigger of death. as the fuck up as i am i fogget to load the gun. not a few seconds latter she swings her fist arond and hits me right in the eye and she runs. i hold me hand up to my face and when i pulled it away ther was a palm full of blood. i reailized and sall she had a ring on a shiny cross ring now tanted by my drugish blood. i drop to my knees and start to smile as i rea!
lize what im doing and what i done thers know reason to run from the cops I'll just waite for them im not running from my self anymore. BY Nathan Hartley