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Murder.
The Lying, conniving, heartless souls.
The Stupid, dumbfounded families, behold.
The incredulous, lost, petite little child.
Found by the conniving devious wild.
He takes you, and brakes you.
He screams," QUIET DOWN."
He hurts you, and burns you.
He brings u underground.
He hits you, and beats you til the blood say "no more."
But he fails with his actions.
Step-by-step he follows his rules.
No screaming, no fighting, your loseing this duel.
He grabs you and bites you, then tells you "DONT YELL."
But, he's not the one who shall suffer.
Your family your friends, dont suspect such a thing.
While he sits there and watches you, he feels like a king.
Though the day you come back,
To taunt him, my dear.
Is the day that the justice of murder,
Is near.
The Stupid, dumbfounded families, behold.
The incredulous, lost, petite little child.
Found by the conniving devious wild.
He takes you, and brakes you.
He screams," QUIET DOWN."
He hurts you, and burns you.
He brings u underground.
He hits you, and beats you til the blood say "no more."
But he fails with his actions.
Step-by-step he follows his rules.
No screaming, no fighting, your loseing this duel.
He grabs you and bites you, then tells you "DONT YELL."
But, he's not the one who shall suffer.
Your family your friends, dont suspect such a thing.
While he sits there and watches you, he feels like a king.
Though the day you come back,
To taunt him, my dear.
Is the day that the justice of murder,
Is near.
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