A Murderer's Day by An Early Cascade
With the back against a wall,
Eavesdropping the breath of anxiousness.
With the eyes of a victim,
Mirroring a grin of the pleasure to kill.
It is an end to all in one moment,
In a second or minute.
Time isn't time.
Right isn't right.
No claims, lost everything.
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