Killer
Your twisted mind
Took that knife
Stub him and
Took his life
You did not ran, no
You just stood there
Watching all this blood
On your kitchen floor
Not feeling sorry
Feeling nothing at all
And when you got there
To the place where most of us are
The same hand
Turned against you
In prison cell
You finished it all, you
Killed yourself
On your way
I hoped you felt
All the pain he felt as well
I hope you'll burn
Be damned
In hell!
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