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by Debra Mar 14, 2005 category : Dark, fantasy / dark, horror
He wiped his hands On his filthy shirt His sin now hidden Under the dirt No one knew That he had just made a kill That he had done it On his own free will He wiped the blood From his knife Almost as quickly As he had taken the life He slowly got up And walked away Acting like It was a regular day The body was now hidden Under the ground And since no one was there It was never found The pain he caused He will never see But for the rest of his life He will walk free