Murdered

On this minute of this day
Murder is underway
Crimson blood about being spilled
All attempts at aversion has failed
This murder is for the perpetration

The to-be victim
Waiting in such patience without resisting
Like a cow on an abattoir floor
The butcher's knife glad to slay one more
Nothing will save it from this preconceived execution
Not even angel Michael's interventions.

Diligence must be applied
Skill is about to be tried
Sleeves up to avoid spillage
Paper and pen ready for the scrippage
The perfect murder
Another poem killed on this day.

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