They're not my sons

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Washington's POV

On the night when my sons went missing

I felt hopeless

I felt dead on the inside

Though when the polices found Alex and Lafayette in the woods

I knew for sure they're not my sons

They talk like my sons

They act like my sons

Every night they stand at my door staring at me

Chills ran down my spines

Whoever they are, they're not my sons

Cause I kill my sons

And bury their bodies in the woods

I rip their hearts out

And fed them to their children

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