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Apr 2014
*******!
I have become the Son of Sam.
A lonely figure of a man.
A shadow in the park,
Lurking through the dark.
My victims seldom scream,
I say, "Its just a dream.
You'll wake up, you'll wake up, you'll wake up."

But now the papers reveal,
All I tried to conceal.
My family, they now know what I did.
They'll say,"He's been crazy since he was a kid."

No matter what I do,
I simply can't convey to you,
The understanding you deny me.
Go ahead.....fry me!
You deserve it.
Written by
Michael James Faulkner  Ada, Ok.
(Ada, Ok.)   
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