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The Distrubing Story, of Jason and Freddy.

Nathaniel Twyman

He’s sitting on his mothers knee;
Toying with slaves and their mentality.
Although it may only be 5 thirty;
Already Freddy is playing Torture Game 3.
But the game is starting to make him unsteady!

So he decides to go out in hunt of Jason;
Thinking with him, he’ll find salvation,
From this hell, and this damned-nation.
He finds him working with a mason;
On the innards of a giant slop basin.

“Alas”, he cries, “my dreaded foe;
I have come to deal the final blow.
Before you can make me a john doe”.
And to him he did bestow;
A poisoned bottle of Bordeaux.

“Drink mightily”, he courteously said;
“Or with it, I’ll strike you, on the head”.
My god, Jason thought, his head’s made of lead.
Into three goblets, pulled from a wood leg;
He poured the liquor deep, deep red.

And with the sound of three gulps, they dropped dead, dead, dead.

Nathaniel Twyman has published since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Nathaniel's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Nathaniel's latest works:

The Distrubing Story, of Jason and Freddy.

Submitted May 28th 2011, 01:12