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    Murdered

    written by: Victoria James
    Category:Dark


    I was murdered by my mom
    Yeah my own flesh and blood
    There was pain that slowly died
    I lay there in agony waiting to be saved

    No one was coming; No one was going to save me
    A poor helpless child, who would come
    As I lay there covered in blood
    I realized I would come back for revenge

    When I passed through heaven down to Hell
    It was paradise like no other
    I loved it but soon had to leave
    I had things to do, people to kill

    My mom is dead I killed her with my own hand
    Took a knife and slit her throat
    Cut her veins and ripped her lungs
    I did all that with my own two hands

    Damn, it felt good, it felt really good
    So good I did it again, and again
    I did it to all the people who had hurt me in my life
    People who didn't care, so now their dead

    I am a murderer, a full fledged murderer
    You cannot stop me, you cannot please me
    It's in my blood, I have to kill
    Watch your back, 'cause you may be next












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