Unclean Man

by Katharina Sara   Feb 13, 2004


Look! I see black-hearted man coming my way, I screamed like a car brakes screeching...

The man put his unclean hands on my throat, still screaming like high-pitch whistling...

I opened my eyes, full of tears from the devils smell on the man's unclean shirt. I see the man's frighting smile, his eyes full of evil sparkling, hungry for pain looking at me...

He ate all my fears and at the last moments I see he is my very own father!!!

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