jeff the killer

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Jeffrey was his name

Being normal wasn't his game

He lost his mind

And listened to the voices

The feeling to hurt

The feeling to kill

It wasn't one of his choices

He lost his brother

He killed mother and father

He broke down

At a party in his town

Peoples lives were ended

But he thought it was splendid

Now he roams the streets

Watching through every creek

Waiting and preying

On his next victim so he can start playing

And at the end of the misery

When its time to reap

He will stop the crying and won't say sorry

He will just make you GO TO SLEEP

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