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Slaughter
While your bloods on the ground
Do you dare make a sound?
When you lie on the floor
I can make for the door

Because conscious not mine
In the race against time
For my greatest escape
Disappear in my cape

While the police turn, arrive
To find you’re not alive
As they make there inspection
All the questions there askin

Reappear in my house
Arson flames are doused
As the charcoal dust covers hands
And the sad song, plays the band

For a funeral end
So the family can mend
I’ll return to the Inn
Just to do it again.


By: Mariah R. B.