They ask why I hate them
And I simply reply
You're horrible people
And I wish you would die.

I have planned you deaths
Over and over in my head
And I contemplate my plans
Every time I lie in bed.

They all the same
With a smile set upon my face
I've gotten away with their murder
There is not even a trace.

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