The Murderer

As the murderer entered the house on the hill
He entertained chaotic visions, using the people he was going to kill
The sleeping child was murdered in the comfort of his bed
The murderer laughed demoniacally as the blood began to flow
The parents awoke, only to be slaughtered in the cold December snow
The murderer escaped only to recommit the act inside his demented head

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