Gears grinding,
rust sprinkles the ground..
The whirling of blades,
what a beautiful sound..
Looking out over the field,
where I will soon plant my seeds..
Dozens of heads peaking out,
sacrificed for their evil deeds..
Screams fill the air,
as I climb onto my seat..
Putting the tracker in gear,
I start my day with great glee..
- C. Pantoja
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Creepy Poems
Horror1st. Book in my "Creepy Poems" series. I hope you enjoy it ☠ I do read all comments, and appreciate knowing which ones are your favorites
