He looks at her with glee
As she begins to flee
She knows what's coming
That's why she's running
She smells the drink upon his breath
This time she prays for death
He raises his hand as normal
Thinking he is immortal
He laughs and strolls off to bed
She grabs some ice to put on her head
She's runs her fingers through her blood stained hair
She notices the knife and begins to stare
She takes the knife up to where he lay
Now in court they hear her say
I killed him for what he did
To me and my unborn kid
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