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Summer of Madness

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  • lanaia74
    Summer, the time of vacations, no school, the beach, and destinations of one s dreams All the sun tanned bodies, bikinis, surfing, the imagination of endless
    Message 1 of 1 , Aug 4, 2009
      Summer, the time of vacations, no school, the beach, and destinations of one's dreams
      All the sun tanned bodies, bikinis, surfing, the imagination of endless thoughts and things
      But in this time of leisure, there is a darker side, drugs, free love, things are not as they seem
      Some times things are unspeakable, the things that fate may bring.

      This one summer, where man walked on the moon, and the songs of Woodstock were in the air
      If one remembers the summer of sixty-nine, something tragic happened, the thought of this always remaining in the back of one's mind
      The madness of one man would become known, his crimes were committed without one single solitary care
      The evil, the madness, beyond belief, madness such as this is very hard to find.

      August was the month, these horrific crimes would occur
      Causing the public to be shocked by what this small man, would order to be done
      I'm sure on those nights, if the victims had first realized what would happen, from this madness, if they could have, it they would have deterred
      The perpetrators committing their crimes at night, not under the daylight's warm inviting sun.

      They were labeled hippie, using mind altering drugs, and practicing what they considered free love
      Most of them runaways, young people adrift in an ocean trying to find themselves, their very soul
      In their drug induced mind they thought they would never get caught, because the very law itself, from this they thought they couldn't be touched, from reality, from this they were above
      This small man, doing all types of illegal things, but these things were petty, they were not this man's primary goal.

      So back in the year of sixty-nine, innocence as we knew it would be no more
      The word bloodbath, would take on an entirely different meaning
      As murder would run rampant, in the mind of one man, taking as his companion blood and gore
      Two nights of madness, would go down in history the names of Tate and LaBianca, hearing these names, you should know their meaning.

      That was forty years ago, but what the man Charlie and his "family" did, is still fresh in the mind's of one and all
      So much life destroyed that summer, the "family" caused so many with death to share a kiss
      Since the murders, Charlie and his friends have only witnessed and seen prison walls
      Since the year of sixty-nine, no other murders have shocked us all, since this horrific summer of madness.

      Lanaia Lee
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