HeA Poem by John Alexander McFadyenHe He drew his sword and beheaded those for whom he professed his love. A simple blink of an eye and he lost composure, tipped into psychosis, let his paranoid delusions lead his tortured hand until he had throttled the life from the innocent victims of his sharpened lance. Yet, as they spilt warm blood he still held some love in his heart, For the dead he had created. 01/06/13 © 2013 John Alexander McFadyenReviews
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6 Reviews Added on June 1, 2013 Last Updated on June 1, 2013 AuthorJohn Alexander McFadyenBrixworth, England, United KingdomAboutWell, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more.. |

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