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FUCK THIS I'M DONE!
Move or grab a gun,
a life of shun,
please set your lasers for stun.
People moving quickly,
I'm left behind,
But Ma never said the world was kind.
Stabbed in the back,
they left me for dead,
This is why my story goes unread.
I don't got much to say,
but I've got a lot to teach,
although I can't do much with my mind on this leech.
Blood sucked dry
I'M BEGGING TO DIE!!

HA, just kidding.

Out of the skillet and into the fire,
I can feel the blood pressure climbing higher and higher.
Living a double life,
suffering through this strife,
All you really want is your own kid and a wife.
But doomed am I
to live this lie,
corpses, graves, and a blood red sky.
Hidden in shadows,
It's all just a shroud,
there is no silver lining on this cloud,
this the day his vengence was vowed.
He steps out of the crowd,
knife in hand,
no one knows what he has planned.
For a sick thrill,
not a shutter nor a chill,
it's just a drug and I'm getting my fill!
Bodies in the attic,
he's officially an addict.
We need a Killers Anonymous meeting!
all signs of sanity are quickly retreating!
Open the door,
your heart slows its beating,
you see them lying there,
gently sleeping.
Reach in your pocket,
pull out the knife
.
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...
..
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That was the last breath of your life.