Homicide.

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All she feels is hate
And like the colour of her blood pulsing
All she sees is red
And single one of them
She wants dead.

She wants their eyes to dilate
After seeing the hate flaming in hers
Because that should be the last they'll see
When her fingers eventually
Make them cease to be

She wants their hurtful words
To be cut off from their cold, dry lips
And their necks imprinted by her grip
As they breathe the air in bare sips.

And as their souls drain away
Hers will be fulfilled
And if they think she's a monster
She will have them know
That they were the creators
Of their own reckoning.

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