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Perfect Crime
They try to get in my mind,
To solve the crime
But they are wasting their time,
For there is no evidence or anything relevant to the case
All their efforts will be a catastrophic waste
Years and years I have waited
To bring death to those who created
A fate worse than death for my family
No one could have been sadder than me
But it is their turn to cry
And none will question why
My every movement is calculated with precision and perfection
My plan is absolved of any miscalculation
When the day came to tarnish my soul
I was afraid I would not be able to go
However, an odd easiness comforted my body,
My heart was already black, I was ready
My insidious nature showed as there insides glowed
Internal bombs cause quite a show
The organs splattered across my face,
Their blood was black, just like mine
They were the true disgrace
There is nothing more exhilarating than this perfect crime
I turned crazy as I danced in their blood
I did something no human should
Hate had infested my very being
This small crime could not be enough
My thirst for pain had grown beyond what it must
For me to become a killer just like them
But I am different, perfection is my hymn
They cannot stop me, not now or ever
And so I begin to plan again, for a chance when I may devour
The souls of those, black like mine
I commit the perfect crime
To solve the crime
But they are wasting their time,
For there is no evidence or anything relevant to the case
All their efforts will be a catastrophic waste
Years and years I have waited
To bring death to those who created
A fate worse than death for my family
No one could have been sadder than me
But it is their turn to cry
And none will question why
My every movement is calculated with precision and perfection
My plan is absolved of any miscalculation
When the day came to tarnish my soul
I was afraid I would not be able to go
However, an odd easiness comforted my body,
My heart was already black, I was ready
My insidious nature showed as there insides glowed
Internal bombs cause quite a show
The organs splattered across my face,
Their blood was black, just like mine
They were the true disgrace
There is nothing more exhilarating than this perfect crime
I turned crazy as I danced in their blood
I did something no human should
Hate had infested my very being
This small crime could not be enough
My thirst for pain had grown beyond what it must
For me to become a killer just like them
But I am different, perfection is my hymn
They cannot stop me, not now or ever
And so I begin to plan again, for a chance when I may devour
The souls of those, black like mine
I commit the perfect crime
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