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The shocking sight,
The death tonight,
The blood was pouring,
And thunder roaring,
The rain was pounding,
The moon is rounding,
I can smell the death,
I have to take a breath,
I can’t run,
It isn’t that fun,
To see the dead,
To watch them lay in their finale bed,
To try not to cry,
When their life passed quickly by,
And you’re just standing there,
With your heart starting to tear,
You see the lightning,
And it’s frightening,
To see the guy who killed them,
You scream “Oh no it’s him!”
Then run,
Oh God, he won,
Get on the phone,
Let out a moan,
And yell at the top of your lungs,
You speak in tongues,
Police get here quick,
Before I kick,
This little bastard in the balls,
I’ll crush him into the walls,
He killed him,
I’ll kill him,
I’ll take his own knife to his throat,
I’ll throw him into a boat,
And dump him in a lake,
Boil the water then he’ll start to bake,
I’ll do it,
But I won’t split,
I’ll stay right here and take it all,
I’ll drive you all up the wall,
So get up here,
Before I go up there and spear,
You all so hurry up,
Come get him before he runs like a scared little pup,
They got him,
But not before I killed him,
So woops, too late,
But they took the bait.

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