By Scott Bailey © 2013
Imagine
Me
I kill without discrimination
for race, for age, for sex or sexuality
I take saints and sinners
I take your loved ones
in return
I deal you pain
without explanation
when asked
the answer is
that you cannot hope to understand me
As a man
you would lock me up
revile me
or label me insane
But I am divine
So that’s OK then
Originally published in A Spring of Dreams
Scott Andrew Bailey - Author 
esting, Scott. I must have hit a button wrong! But I liked this poem.
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Very inter
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