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Scream
People are coming to take me out of my house
Don’t understand the angriness of the crowd
Bursting windows raining down the floor
Don’t realice what they are reaching for.
Get out.
Running falling, slavering hands on my shirt
Again and again they punch my face into the dirt
I lost my last hope when they started to beat
I’ll never get myself out of this heat.
What for shall I die?
Now they tighten the rope around my neck
A kick the chair falls down, my heart attacks
No breath no life am I going to die?
What have I done, I don’t know why?
They say that you have caught him
They say he’s punished now
They say that none should mess with you
You infallible crowd
Be proud of what you’ve done
For your self-righteous sense of justice
The beast is dead, this is the end
An act of fair revenge.
But didn’t you know not just far away
Another little girl was raped today?
And didn’t you hear bou the man sitting in jail
That he has confessed this last two murders?
Get out.
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