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Peas in the Pod poem:
The green color Pods at First were long and hollow.
They had grown from Mother Earth, anti-society, into a wild vine.
The vine with Pods, long and curling upward, had many follows;
How each Pod has a unique Pea, that together walks a fine line.
D.L.R., 4-19-05, Day 54

 Black Friday poem:
Just a quick glance and I knew all was lost.
I saw in real life...now a on going mind view, the black and white, were now my new boss.
I saw my life as I know quickly fade away.
I saw my love ones, in mind and thoughts that I would never be able to touch, hold, communicate closely with and kiss with care will now be at bay.
I saw the Black Side of me, was now caught and others would not suffer from my lots,
But then it dawn on me, it was not as I thought.
Yes the other in me will cause no suffering.
The living remained, the Mother, Brother, Sisters, Children, Close Friends and wife will suffer.
Ands the real me of blood, flesh and mind will suffer.
The Suspect

'Tis' Spring Out There
oh, to walk among the new season,
to heard a robin voice,
to see a dandelion bright,
to watch a butterfly flight,
to smell a simple flower bud,
oh spring these are the many reasons.
Dennis L. Rader 4-16-2005

In 1978 BTK wrote this poem after his murder of Nancy Fox (errors uncorrected):

Oh! Death to Nancy
What is this taht  I can see
Cold icy hands taking hold of me
for Death has come, you all can see.
Hell has open it,s  gate to trick me.
Oh! Death, Oh! Death, can't you spare me, over for another year!
I'll stuff your jaws till you can't talk
I'll blind  your leg's till you can't walk
I'll tie your hands till you can't make a stand.
And finally I'll close your eyes so you can't see
I'll bring sexual death unto you for me.
B.T.K.

In 1979, BTK wrote this poem after an intended victim, Anna, failed to come home while he was in her house waiting to strike (errors uncorrected):

Oh, Anna Why Didn't You Appear
T' was perfect plan of deviant pleasure so bold on that Spring niteMy inner felling hot with propension of the new awakening season
Warn, wet with inner fear and rapture, my pleasure of entanglement,like new vines at night
Oh, Anna, Why Didn't You AppearDrop of fear fresh Spring rain would roll down from your nakednessto scent to lofty fever that burns within,
In that small world of longing, fear, rapture, and desparation,the game we play, fall on devil earsFantasy spring forth, mounts, to storm fury, then winter clam atthe end.
Oh, Anna Why Didn't You AppearAlone, now in another time span I lay with sweet enrapture garmentsacross most private thought
Bed of Spring moist grass, clean before the sun, enslaved withcontrol, warm wind scenting the air, sun light sparkle tearsin eyes so deep and clear.
Alone again I trod in pass memory of mirrors, and ponder why fornumber eight was not.
Oh, Anna Why Didn't You Appear

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