She killed my brother, so I'll **** her
O what a glorious, glorious ******
There was no evidence, but still
Her burning guilt is all I feel
My brother was all I ever knew
But still she stabbed him through and through
The ****** sight made police unnerved
And thus justice was left unserved
Their fault, I take it in my hand
To be the hero of the land
I sharpen the knife, hide it away
And await her arrival on a warm summer's day
She comes-acting cheery- how can she be so?
How can she act merry and be all aglow?
I hate her more, where is her guilt?
Where is the shame on this pile of filth?
Is she glad to be rid of my poor deceased brother?
O he that loved her with love like no other?
He that trusted and gave her all kisses?
How dare she **** him! How can she not miss him?
She talks, and a fake tear appears
All that I give her is anger and lears
She looks so confused and steps towards the door
As I move my hand to inside the drawer
The knife, shining- ****** slides into her chest
Twice to the right, and one in her left
She falls to the ground, reaching for me
Oh, what a sight, a sight what to see!
My brother avenged! Justice was given
But now the knife must be put back and hidden
The body be covered and buried with care
My innocence perfect when police come to there
They found her body, still I don't fret
For I am as harmless as harmless can get
The police came to interview, just to do that
So calmly I sit, and happy they sat
Questions? I give them a most solid alibi
And serving them tea to satisfy
I stand to prepare it, and keep with the talk
And hand cups to them with a small cough
One gets up and looks for a spoon
And, forgetful, I point him to my doom
For he opens the drawer and he looks right at me
He holds up a knife for all to see
The dried blood streaks are only proof made
O fateful, O cursѐd, O severing blade
They lock me up tight, I spit at them, hiss
I'm innocent! Innocent as innocent gets!
I killed her because she killed my brother
I served justice more than any other!
They shook their heads and show me a note
Before he died was what he wrote
“But he was thrice stabbed, is this a lie?”
“Yes it was,” police say, “Suicide.”
I do not believe them, they are insane
My brother, and sister, did not die in vain!
Because she killed my brother, and I killed her
And I am NOT guilty of senseless ******
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 6:50 PM UTC
She killed my brother, so I'll **** her
O what a glorious, glorious ******
There was no evidence, but still
Her burning guilt is all I feel
My brother was all I ever knew
But still she stabbed him through and through
The ****** sight made police unnerved
And thus justice was left unserved
Their fault, I take it in my hand
To be the hero of the land
I sharpen the knife, hide it away
And await her arrival on a warm summer's day
She comes-acting cheery- how can she be so?
How can she act merry and be all aglow?
I hate her more, where is her guilt?
Where is the shame on this pile of filth?
Is she glad to be rid of my poor deceased brother?
O he that loved her with love like no other?
He that trusted and gave her all kisses?
How dare she **** him! How can she not miss him?
She talks, and a fake tear appears
All that I give her is anger and lears
She looks so confused and steps towards the door
As I move my hand to inside the drawer
The knife, shining- ****** slides into her chest
Twice to the right, and one in her left
She falls to the ground, reaching for me
Oh, what a sight, a sight what to see!
My brother avenged! Justice was given
But now the knife must be put back and hidden
The body be covered and buried with care
My innocence perfect when police come to there
They found her body, still I don't fret
For I am as harmless as harmless can get
The police came to interview, just to do that
So calmly I sit, and happy they sat
Questions? I give them a most solid alibi
And serving them tea to satisfy
I stand to prepare it, and keep with the talk
And hand cups to them with a small cough
One gets up and looks for a spoon
And, forgetful, I point him to my doom
For he opens the drawer and he looks right at me
He holds up a knife for all to see
The dried blood streaks are only proof made
O fateful, O cursѐd, O severing blade
They lock me up tight, I spit at them, hiss
I'm innocent! Innocent as innocent gets!
I killed her because she killed my brother
I served justice more than any other!
They shook their heads and show me a note
Before he died was what he wrote
“But he was thrice stabbed, is this a lie?”
“Yes it was,” police say, “Suicide.”
I do not believe them, they are insane
My brother, and sister, did not die in vain!
Because she killed my brother, and I killed her
And I am NOT guilty of senseless ******
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