Beautiful Murder (Google Word Poem)

Beautiful Murderer. This story has been around since last fall, but I just found it today and found it very disturbing.

Kalikoff, despite her belief in the efficacy of the moral frame, concedes that

Darlene Gentry was a pretty girl and the ideal wife and mother, her husband died

 

Many people think of mass murderers as men and most of them are

I HATE THIS EVIL BEING; Mother's anger built around the provocative image

of the "beautiful female murder victim.

A Beautiful Place To Die introduces police detective Emmanuel Cooper who is called to a small town to investigate the murder of the town's police captain.

A seductive killer plays a game of catch-and-release when she preys on a detective

A beautiful murderer proves true her claim that no jail built could hold

The Bosnian police, yesterday .... Presenting The Self As A Beautiful Figure

The pain she feels from the murder of her beautiful daughter can never be known by anyone else.

The shoot was for easy, breezy, beautiful COVERGIRL, ... was at the door listening with the look of an easy, breezy, beautiful MURDERER

Investigation ongoing into murderer's apparent suicide

Violence has never looked so beautiful – or so shocking – as in the this case.

A murderer divine, that's what you will become, a murderer, nothing else,

Some sort of a beautiful gift, or a painful reminder,

Their Last Sigh

A poem for remberance day

Let them be at peace, let them die.

Heaven is a beautiful place

It's only god who chooses the end; their last sigh.

As their loved ones say goodbye 

Tears running swiftly down their face

Lt them be at peace; let them die.

They fought for our country with all their might,

so brave: never shy.

They lie in their grand wooden case.

Let them be at peace; let them die.

Amidst the clouds, with god they fly.

Watching over their loved ones as they start their lives at the base.

Let them be peace; let them die.

They were great heroes, yet they deny.

They battled hard to protect a race.

Let them be at peace; let them die.

Only god chooses the end; their last sigh.

Shadow Shanty

Walking up the foot path wearily, 
the garden so still and eerily.
Approaching the manor door so readily .
I peek inside, the cobwebs lay so beautifully.
So spooky, so scary, so beautiful with it's tranquillity.
The moonlight shone on the outline of the grand staircase.
Curtains drew diagonally across the window; like a scarface.
i crept along the creaking boards as the nails heaved underneath them.
Then i saw it, so dark, so ugly and it's deformed face stared at me: Ben
It carried a gold knife encrusted with a single gem.
He breathed like and unwanted omen rising from the dead
As he crawled along the ancient boards creaking like a shed.