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“Jeffrey”
Everything burns when you touch his skin
Everything goes out your mind within
And all the thoughts you’re afraid of
Go away and can’t make you stop.
You are perfectly mad it’s an impression.
They said your mind’s in wrong direction.
You’re happy when you drink American beer
And your every murder brings you’re a tear.
It’s a kind of madness, a little bit illness
When asking your victims try to forgive you.
They all pray for you to be their master
But why this civils called you a bustard?
You’re a black hand of god or a terrible hero
They hate you so much, but they’ve never forget you.
But you just afraid to be alone and stay free…
WHO ARE YOU? WHAT”S YOUR NAME? of course, Jeffrey…
(Дамер 09.01.2011)
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Jeffrey
© Copyright: Катя Паника, 2011
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