Cold Blooded Murder Part 1
Here's a story that I must tell.
He screamed and she yelled.
She went into a rage and he fell.
Cutting of the flesh and a pool of blood.
He stared up at her with cold, dead eyes.
She stood over him with a smile on her cold face.
The police came and got her and sent her away,
away to the luney bin.
The churches hoped and prayed for her to be saved.
The put her to death the very next day.
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