If she were done away with
Killed or ploughed
She did not seem to serve a useful end
And certainly she was not beautiful
I have no time to tell you
How I came to be a killer
But you should know, as time will show
That I am society's pillar
To bleed doth cheer the pensive
And remove the raging fires
Bred by burning love
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