Victim
Trying hard not to make noise
Not to disturb or peace destroy
Searching around the room
After a night on the booze
He had his back to her unaware
She was sneaking down the stairs
With a gun in her hand
Preparing to destroy his future plans
As he turned she let it pop
Hitting him with every shot
Blood splatters over the wall
And a pool of claret where he fall
Now your thinking whats all that about
What if I said she caught him out
A burglar with no respect for the public
Didn't realise he was in the home of a lunatic
Surprisingly still breathing with wheeze
Begging for help he pleads
standing over him with one shot left
She puts one last hole in his chest
Killing him dead as a rat in a trap
Her satisfactory grin at the fact
That he won't terrorise anymore
One less thug creeping indoors
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