As He Looks At The Blood Dripping Off His Knife
Wondering Why He Took Her Innocent Life
He Looks At The Sheet Stained In Blood
He Drags Her Off, Buries Her In The Mud
Her Grave Sits There Day After Day
Her Freinds And Family Began To Pray
He Sits There In Sorrow And Shame
Wondering What If He Did It Again
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