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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.
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