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deception of the feeble minded
Growing as a boy
Trapping a rat in a bottle and watching it chock till death always gives him joy
Throwing a live fish inside a bowl of boiled water,to see how long it can survive
And given poison to his little kitten to see if it can be revived
Again and again he did it
It got bored as he grew up,so he decided to move up
In the woods all day he sited,expecting,waiting for a poor soul,
is 6pm, to death the day is bleeding already
He suddenly saw a kid moving to a lake in the woods
Quietly he took a following.
He held him with struggle,the poor boy screamed no one was there so he violently drowned him
When drowning the little kid,please,please was the last word he struggled offering
But he was mentally and emotionally deaf and the little kid died suffering
He dragged him across the lake,deep down the woods he buried him
And the little kid was announced missing,for they never found him
To satisfy his emotion he thought it would be fair
But now he is paranoid living with anger and fear
Any time he looks at the mirror this are the only thing he sees
Alone or in multiple,this is the only thing he feels
He got tired and slit his wrist,and coldness was the only thing he felt,.
Trapping a rat in a bottle and watching it chock till death always gives him joy
Throwing a live fish inside a bowl of boiled water,to see how long it can survive
And given poison to his little kitten to see if it can be revived
Again and again he did it
It got bored as he grew up,so he decided to move up
In the woods all day he sited,expecting,waiting for a poor soul,
is 6pm, to death the day is bleeding already
He suddenly saw a kid moving to a lake in the woods
Quietly he took a following.
He held him with struggle,the poor boy screamed no one was there so he violently drowned him
When drowning the little kid,please,please was the last word he struggled offering
But he was mentally and emotionally deaf and the little kid died suffering
He dragged him across the lake,deep down the woods he buried him
And the little kid was announced missing,for they never found him
To satisfy his emotion he thought it would be fair
But now he is paranoid living with anger and fear
Any time he looks at the mirror this are the only thing he sees
Alone or in multiple,this is the only thing he feels
He got tired and slit his wrist,and coldness was the only thing he felt,.
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