Friend's poetry.

[Codad Law]

Here is one of her poems. I am keeping her identity a secret, but here is her poem.

when a man says get down on yours knees i do as im told,
just to cut his achilles, watch his blood flow.
to watch him scream and let tears stream,
down his face like the waves of a sea.
I kick his side to watch him gasp,
I can make him beg, and make him weep, but im through with, "sorry's," you're too weak,
when im done with that i'll slit his throat and end the waste of life he showed.


Now something I noticed strange is when she types usually almost every word is caps. As you can see in her poetry it is different. I've thought about this for a while, and it puzzles me.

When The Roses Die And The Water Runs Dry Souls May Die But No Longer Will He Lie. Liars Be Warned I Will Cut Your Tongue, Enjoying Being Hung Cause Your Fate Has Been Sung.

I'm trusting you guys to not copy and use as your own.