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People might have it backwards on what a Killer is,
The truth is we all Killers,
Some are Silent,
Some are Serial Codes,
How secret?
Creepy, but the touch of one **** is sacred,
Bring the bate, your fates in my hands,
So why debate about Killers,
When you know that you not just a suspect,
Yet Guilty.

You killed me,
You bully.
How do you not die whence, you're Alive?

— The End —