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Gutted

Blood on the street and blood in the drains,
Lifeless bodies laying 'bout the dead end street,
Strange odour coming from the corpses crib.  
 
Unpleasant scene of the awful truth,  
The bloodshot eyes and the twisted youth,  
Scent of burnt skin, foul and stench,  
Then the crackling sound of ones burnt flesh.  
 
What is the reason for the killer to commit?  
For the knife to slit, murderer ought to admit,  
For the victim to rot, to lay in just one spot,  
Sure is a strange and gruesome plot.
Fetchitnow
Written by Fetchitnow
Published | Edited 20th Oct 2019
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© Fetchitnow
17 October 2019.
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