My Story

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It was a cold night
It definitely gave a fright
Oh how dark it was
It almost deserved an applause

All of the screams
They're almost like dreams
Music to my ears
Blood covering the shears

The trees swallow the sounds
As they were still in their bounds
Maybe the birds are the ones who told
I could hear the sirens unfold

Perhaps drowning would have been better
Their screams would have been wetter
Their bones snapping with every snip
Almost like the crack of a whip

The police were finally there
And I had finally had my share
This was their purgatory
And this was my story

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