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As you gather around

And surround me.

Open your ears,

And you’ll hear my heart pound.



Because for too many years,

I’ve been trying to hide.

But it’s not working anymore.

It’s all starting to show on the outside.



Lately I’ve been working on a plan.

But not of one you would think-

I plan on killing a man.



I dream of smashing in his face

Just to put him in his place

And of watching the blood run down

Then placing him somewhere

He’ll never be found.



I’ll hide him in a grave

And make him the dead man’s slave.

I’ll stuff him like a scarecrow

No one will ever know.

I’ll put him in the walls

Behind a child’s favorite dolls.



So when her daddy walks in

Drunken from a bottle of Gin,

He’ll find his daughter’s face

Isn’t the only thing stained red.

But also the wall that hides a secret

Of why his only brother is dead.



And I’ll be there

To see the look on his face

With that dead empty stare

Because I put his brother in his place!