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This page is dedicated to all of the children whose parents or gaurdians and murdered them. I found a website while I was at school one day..and I read many stories about many of those unfortunate little angels. I also wrote a poem about one specific story that I read. Please do not read it if you have a very weak stomach. Thank You.

In the End By:Kari L. Kahn

As the tears welled up in my eyes
he raised his hand again.
The thunderous sound
of him hitting flesh
called upon another scream.
I can't believe my own eyes
this grown "man"
angrily beating this child
She has done nothing wrong
to deserve such cruel punishment.
Crimson blood trickles down her face,
swollen and purple from his fists.
The louder she begs for an end
the harder he beats her.
When his hands ache
from breaking her body
he resorts to an electrical cord
which rips into her flesh.
Pausing for a slight moment
he takes another swallow of his beer.
When he returns her clothes are torn off.
Commanding her to take off his pants
he pushes her head onto his penis.
When she tries to bite
he throws her to the floor.
I can't believe he is doing this in front of me.
This man she calls father
is stealing away her childhood.
Satisfied with a smile
he leaves her cold, naked, and half dead
on the floor for me to watch.
I rush to the nearest phone
to get her the help she needs.
When I return to her side
I find him urinating on her body,
then walks out the door.
She begs for her mother,
but only I am there.
How can he do this to me
was all she could say.
Her body started convulsing
her eyes closed.
On her last breath
she whispered into my ear,
'Tell daddy that I still love him.'
There she lay.
Dead in front of me.
The paramedics were too late.
I ran to the bathroom to cry
and realized one thing.
The ones that you love the most
will hurt you the most,
in the end.