Once upon a time.
I commited a bloody crime.
I took a knife and made red.
A now this hater's dead.
A pool of blood lies on the floor.
As I'm walking out the door.
You will never hate again.
This might be my greatest plan.
I can still see the fear in your eyes.
That's what you get for all your lies.
I will not sleep a minute less.
Now I'm no longer a crazy mess.
Your death makes my life a little better.
And my guilt doesn't really matter.
You made your own fate.
And tried to change it way to late.
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