Khasm13 : da bedtime story....

Khasm13

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time for bed lil johnny
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where's my mommy
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out to eat with your papi
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uncle tell me a story
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ok, i'll tell you about how da dred dakis almost got me....
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dred d-a-k-i-s?....says lil johnny


In the early 1700's when america was being pillaged
lived a peaceful indian tribe in a small village
when all of a sudden
paleface rode in on black horses
with lightning sticks dispense'n out blood spillage
women and children felt da blast
from buckshot shotguns in mass
tribesmen were strung up
and after everyone was dead
then invaders threw their guns up
in da air
but the foolish men were not aware
of the old shaaman in da back
who saw the whole attak
on his way back
from gather'n herbs
now looking
he see's scavage'n birds
rip'n da flesh
from underneath his daughters
buffalo-skinned dress
a salty tear falls from his eyes
as he runs into the woods
and hides....

swear'n vengance
he promises his dead daughter
that hell will be the sentence
for the men involved
and their seeds will be disolved
like sugar in water
he prayed for the paleface's slaughter
and with mystic magic
his wish was granted
he payed this price with his life
and the lives of the paleriders turned tragic....

da conjured demon dred dakis
has the blackest
of all hearts
the hatred of man
fuels this beast
everytime he rips apart
da paleriders body parts
each year on da day of da massacre
one rider dies
and anyone else da demon sees
with his devilish eyes
da children of these men are cursed
to die in da worst
way
and that leads me up until today....

i was hang'n out with one of my friends
who was one of the paleriders
children's children's children's children's children's children
out on a camp'n trip
we went one weekend
in the late night hours i had a sip
of red wine...chill'n
when my friend ran back to da cabin
with a busted lip...and blood spill'n
"the moster my granddad tole me about is here
we got to get out of here
r-i-g-h-t n-o-w"
jus then the dred dakis blasted through
the wall like a giant motorized plow
all 6 of us scattered
as the decendent got battered
blood splattered the ground
as da demon looked around for some freebies
thas when i climed up the chimney
so he could not see me
and hopefully not get me
for the next 5 minutes i heard horrific screams
guts hit'n the ground, broken bones make'n a crack'n sound
that night still plauges my dreams
and now it will plauge yours
in your subconcious coridors....

good night lil johnny....
 
the same reason our ancestors
told the children stories of enslavement
brutal beatings and killings...

so that a child can see right from wrong...
so that a child can see the truth...
so that a child will be scared all night....lol

my aunt told me this bedtime story about a
headless man when i was 9 years old...
it scared da dickens out of me...
now, not to much really scares me...

this is poetry people...
i did not really tell my nephew this...
relax....release...relate...:)
peace
khasm
 

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