Strange little thing…once again…lots of drugs.
so, wont you trick or treat,
along this path with me?
blood was spilled, and now forgotten,
wiped under the rug like dust from unwanted guests…
the gun may be in my hand,
but i swear to god they were dead when i found them.
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