They called him the son of Satan
and god almighty he seemed like it.
He had the face of an alter boy
or a wholesome boy next door.
That’s what sixty women thought that
he caught in his net of torture and death.
He did unspeakably abominable things
to all those women for days and hours
before slowly slicing them all to death.
He got sentenced to many lifetimes
in prison when he should have
been given a death sentence.
An avenging prisoner, the brother
of one of the woman he savaged,
gave him the death sentence he
deserved by stabbing him to death
sixty times with a handmade shiv.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
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79, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, ride my exercise bike 2 hours daily. Began writing poetry October 2023, living in Greensboro, North Carolina, originally from just outside of Boston, MA.
Retired and enjoying a solo, reclusive life always researching and gaining knowledge. Most of my poems are fictional.
I write about many things: Spirituality, Mysticism, the Paranormal, Cryptids, Werewolves, Ghosts, 411s, Nature, Birds, Animals, Romantic Love, Death, NDEs, Women Persecuted as Witches, Fictional Characters I Create, News Stories, AI, Robots, Insects, like the poem entitled, Hail Caesar Bob, (about when bees were swarming me outside the door to my apartment), and many other topics. I write a minimum of 3 poems daily, sometimes more.
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