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You just couldn't take it:

The laughter, the innocence,

Their carefree nature...

And your rage grew greater; oh

What sorrow you would make begin!

Always wanting more

Than what could be given,

And the demon clawed its

Way out from within.

Seeing the blood that day,

Coat the grass with dark red...

In your eyes grew a lust

That just couldn't be

Composed for any sense,

And to take advantage

Of what was lost, now

That was a definite must.

Black-hearted your feelings

Sting like acid as you

Tear away the lives of

Others, and innocence.

You wrack it, demolish, mutilate

And leave no merciless acts behind.

Such disgust you must see

In just the way that they

Smiled, and you had to have it.

Cut away youth, silence

The laughter and let the

Life drain down....

You ravish in the sweet

Rotting scent of decay,

and you shudder from

Light of any set day.

You took their lives without

Remorse, not a thought saved.

And as you look back onto

That day you smirk at something

Again and you've gotten away.