Death has always been a special topic for me.
My mother and father died, poor me.
A murderer killed them in day light,
and the whole town saw it, plain sight.
The killer murdered them with a sharp knife,
and that is what ended their life.
I was in maximum security prison,
for murdering my parents,
I don't regret my decision,
they were horrible parents.
They abused me, bobby, daisy, and, clarence
I was doing a life sentence with no parol,
so i decided to kill myself.
Now i'm in hell drinking beers with satan,
with guns and knives waiting on my shelf.

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