A Beautiful Killer.
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This is a small poem about the similarities of murder and the arts, Such as painting.
Sometimes i stop and think to myself that there is a moment in every person's life they stop after reading a good book what it would be like to be a serial killer. After every kill the person went home to their loved one (s) who was unaware of the Brutally cruel, but yet artistically beautiful Murder.
Murder in some case's is like art, Like painting for example, You go in sloppy at first not exactly sure what you'll create But when it's over and you look at it you realize your work is unique and has it's own flair to it, Just like how every artist has their own special trade mark, So does every killer. Another way how art and murder are alike because think of it in my point of view The knife is the paint brush and the victims body is the canvas but you just got to figure out what to do with the brush.
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