Crimson drips splash to the ground,
Her tender skin flayed by the pound.
Strung up high for the crowd,
Mentor sure to be proud.
Simply slip away in disguise,
No way they'll see through my lies.
Sit back and watch from a distance,
No one knows of my existence.
Police sirens wailing,
Forensic teams detailing.
It was the perfect kill,
The trail is already chill.
No one will come hunting,
There will be no confronting.
I will walk away free,
To continue my spree.
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