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It was an accident, I didn't do it. Authorities coming, located in closet. I don't remember, What just happened? Knife it my hand, You must be mistaken. Everything was fine, I went insane. Four victims in total, put out of their pain. Blood on the ceiling, blood on the walls. Twenty eight slashes, banished their souls. A father, a mother and two other kin. I took them away and committed a sin. I was found guilty, sentenced to die. Finding no reason, I'm about to cry. My kills were my high, I felt no remorse. Life is a mystery, it's has taken its course. The day has come, I sit in the chair. It is over for me, I no longer care. I paid my debt, for my heinous crime. Please flip the switch, so I can fry.
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Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 8:19 PM UTC
Electrified
It was an accident, I didn't do it. Authorities coming, located in closet. I don't remember, What just happened? Knife it my hand, You must be mistaken. Everything was fine, I went insane. Four victims in total, put out of their pain. Blood on the ceiling, blood on the walls. Twenty eight slashes, banished their souls. A father, a mother and two other kin. I took them away and committed a sin. I was found guilty, sentenced to die. Finding no reason, I'm about to cry. My kills were my high, I felt no remorse. Life is a mystery, it's has taken its course. The day has come, I sit in the chair. It is over for me, I no longer care. I paid my debt, for my heinous crime. Please flip the switch, so I can fry.
I studied psychopaths in college.
#guilty#nosoul
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Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 8:19 PM UTC
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