Twins Revenge

A. W. Nutter Fog from my breath in the way Temporarily impeding my vision A small lamp, illuminates my prey Unaware, of his impending execution Rons wife, conveniently out of town Visiting a sick relative, her perfect alibi She must really despise this clown I wonder if she kissed the fool goodbye Staying in the shadows around the house Dressed in black, invisible in the darkness Entering their kitchen, quiet as a mouse Through a window, left unlocked on purpose From the first bedroom a child moans Peering at the bed and the sleeping boy The husband was supposed to be left alone She'll pay dearly for this unexpected ploy With the silencer in place I wake up Ron He dresses quickly picking up his keys Protesting will endanger his bastard son He drives us deep into the forest of trees Removing my mask he views his twin Staring into the face of his supine form Before he can protest I commit the sin Then pray for God to help me reform Burning the body along with the gun Quickly driving home to start my new life Showering, I slip into bed with my son Real father and mother now husband and wife