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MURDERER go murder MURDERER to see a murderer is my life's dream
Moida



So it was just me, a child to see
and one silly man whose blades are his wife
Our goals alone, our goals our life
for one late evening our blades' flood
never ceasing, red flows of a human's blood
then father, and mother, both wronged right
take us away on a midnight flight

THEE CHILD ESCAPIST>