If I kill you, will I be called a murderer?
If all you do to me is worst than the latter?
Hitting me with bat, throwing something hard.
Treating me as inhuman, am I not allowed to get mad?
Looking at me with that obnoxious smile.
Using me as an excuse, do I need to comply?
Coward like you should just relive in the grave.
Terror will eat you, you'll regret how you behave.
Can I pass the judgment? Can I end your sin?
With the knife I'm holding, with the blade on your skin?
No one's going to miss you, no one will bother asking.
'Coz your monstrous way of living is not really appealing.
Eyes meant close, stares full of "Why?"
Body of a child, chills on his spine.
"M-mama?" asked he, terrified with the sight.
While I end my own nightmare, I became one on his side.
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