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Kill
1 ReviewsWhat makes you think that I will change?
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Again and again, I push them around,
I leave them bleeding without a sound,
Or hanging or perhaps even drowned,
And I’ll pray to my God that they won’t be found.
Most are brushed away and swept,
But there are a few that I have kept,
The ones that never even wept,
Because I killed them as they slept.
What makes you think that I will change?
It is my mind you want to rearrange?
I have had enough of this pointless exchange,
Because it is not me that is strange.
I kill, yes, that is true,
Where on earth are you going to run to?
I’ll make sure you turn blue,
Yes, that’s right, next it’s you.