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Murderer's Haiku
I stare at the blood
It drips, drips off of my hands
It wasn't my fault
I couldn't help it
He warped me till I just snapped
He made me do it
They will not find me
I'll burn down his fucking house
It's time to run now
First I feed the dog
He's such a sweet little boy
Now I must clean up
It drips, drips off of my hands
It wasn't my fault
I couldn't help it
He warped me till I just snapped
He made me do it
They will not find me
I'll burn down his fucking house
It's time to run now
First I feed the dog
He's such a sweet little boy
Now I must clean up
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