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The Chalk Figure.
Tires squeal in the night
The wind tells of a deadly plight.
The victim’s feet pound the ground
He jumps and gasps at every sound.
The car stops.
The unfortunate man he hides behind,
An abandoned pickup rusted with time.
The gravel crunching step by step
The culprit with his killer pet.
The truck doors open.
He tries to run
But his life ends at the hands of a gun.
It is a terrifying tale of crime,
That is expressed inside this rhyme
It’s a disturbing thing to come to mind,
The shape of a person in that white line.
Last edited by Agent Orange; 05-28-2004 at 02:15 AM.