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Vincent Rodriguez Report | 08/18/2008 7:57 pm

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Vincent Rodriguez Report | 07/20/2008 11:01 am

My Name is sarah











I am but three,











My eyes are swollen











I cannot see, .











I must be stupid











I must be sad,











What else could have made











My daddy so mad?











I wish I was better I wish I weren’t ugly,











Then maybe my mommy











Would still want to hug me.











I can’t speak at all











I cant’ do a wrong











Or else I’m locked up











All the day long











When I awake I’m all alone











The house is dark











My folks aren’t home.











When my mommy does come











I’ll try and be nice,











So maybe I’ll get just











On whipping thonight











Don’t make a sound!











I just heard a car











My daddy is back











Fy Charlie’s Bar.











I hear him curse











My name he calls











I press myself











Against the wall.











I try and hide











From his evil eyes











I’m so afraid now











I’m starting to cry.











He finds me weeping











He shouts ugly words,











He says its my fault











That he suffers at work.











He slaps me and hits me











And yells at me more,











I finally get free











And I run for the door.











He’s already locked it











And I start to bawl,











He takes me and throws me











Against the hard wall.











I fall to the floor











With my bones nearly broken,











And my daddy continues











With more bad words spoken.











“I’M SORRY!”, I scream











But it now much too late











His face has been twisted











Into unimaginable hate.











The hurt and the pain











Again and again











OH PLZ GOD HAVE MERCY!











OH PLZ LET IT END!!!!!











And he finally stops











And heads for the door,











While I lay there motionless











Sprawled on the floor.











My name is Sarah











And I am but three,











Tonight my daddy











Murdered me.























There was once a little girl named Chelsey Mcaun. She was killed in 1933, by a homicial maniac who buried her alive while chanting a satanic chant. Those were the words spoken, and now you have read them… Anyone who reads the chandt will meet this small child. In the middle of the night, she wil be on your ceiling, as you sleep, she will sofocate you as, as she was sofocated… Unless you send this to at least 20 people before tomorrow, so she will leave you