Murderer
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I walk down the street, silent and swift
Upon my shoulders, a body I lift
The blood, still warm, now over me
In my eyes silver, is all that I see
As the blood covers my eyes
A silent scream echos through the halls
I move my knife, a body falls
Crimson blood, on my face
A grin of joy slowly breaks
Here lies he now, on this floor
Among the red that I adore
A man broke into my house and killed my entire family.Because of his corrupt lawyer, he was found not guilty.He killed another family and was found not guilty a second time.
