A Bucketful of Blood
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A spade and a hammer
and beams of wood
A drill and a chisel
and a bucketful of blood

Sliced him
and diced him
as much as he could
to get what he needed
a bucketful of blood

Dragged him to the cellar
screaming and in pain
Bound him tight
to the wooden frame

Skinned him alive -
though he was covered
in mud -
to get what he wanted
his bucketful of blood

Unearthly screams
from the cellar below
In a desolate place
no one would
dare show

up,

this
night

His screams of agony
sound so right

A melody of
death, as howling
pierced his brain

An opera of torture
but his yells were
all in vain

Now muscles exposed -
he exposed what he could
As his body lay limp
against the frame of the wood

His death came slow
but he received what was good
the man who killed his family
AND A BUCKET OF HIS BLOOD

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{c}2008
Wayne Leon Learmond
A Bucketful of Blood
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