Monday, September 30, 2019
Saturday, October 15, 2016
Full
of vile and bile while fueled by whiskey and immaturity Angel Martinez, muttered,
“…On long and forgotten playgrounds I suffered
your kid. Now your ass is going to pay for what she did. I am all in on your
down fall. As you sink and drown I will have a ball. Eagerly I wait word that
you have died. You two must pay for each time I have cried. Silly snitches helped
pigs get a no knock warrant that night. Kept my mouth shut because I know it is
my right. Got lawyers set for a corrupt fight. So bring on your bogus court
cases. Make a parade ripe with Bogart smiling faces. Place me in crime places
with lies. Sure! Laugh as my mother cries. All I hear is my wife saying: “Keep
your pride and don’t let it go” All I know is everyone is guilty in the ghetto.
If we buy the sick picture you paint with people’s lives. Lady Justice stands
on six inch stiletto heels that stab you in your eyes. Slapped me down with racketeering
over a brick of weed. But I am not a musketeer did just enough to get what I
need. Had ex-wives and kids to feed. Only killed tripping idiots in self-defense.
They kept on crossing my white picket fence. So you better step up with plea talks.
Because If it is not me that walks. It will be you eating a bowl of cocks and getting
hit with rocks and flung off docks. Hire some cops because behind closed doors
the murder rate never drops. Goanna harvest your sorrow like fall crops. There
will be blood, they’re going to need mops. I am going to rape you in the ass
with shards of glass. You are going to be the lamb of my black mass. Every lie you
lay sears. Your screams will fall on deaf ears. I see poison flowing in your
veins. Your web keeps the jury locked in a mental games. Foolishly you command
your flock. You dream of me on the chopping block. Don’t you see it is justice
you mock? Your college mind is not a pair of glasses. You are blind to the despair
of the under classes. Fuck you and your righteous indignation. Your death will
be my criminal gradation. I will leave no clue for a seminal investigation. Bundy,
Dahmer, and Gacy will blush at how I transformed you into wet mush.”
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