| The hate invades my mind.
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| The regards mortified me.
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| Bullets and blood around me. |
| I can’t sleep.
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| The nightmares scare me.
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| I detest my mother, she can’t help me.
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| The woman will die. |
| She don’t hurt me,
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| She is not to blame.
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| I hate the neighbors too.
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| I want to kill them,
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| I want to show them one little time in hell.
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| I’m thinking in how the bullets enter in their heads,
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| and the blood staining the door and floor.
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| And i burn my mother inside of the kitchen,
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| with newspaper and gasoline go down,
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| go down to first floor.
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| The neighbor opens the door
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| and i shot her in the head twice,
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| twice and her friends want to escape
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| but they receive the bullets in the head.
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| Other neighbors die too…
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| I go to good restaurant and prepare
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| the gun in the restroom.
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| Everybody will die.
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| Shooting their heads with unmerciful hate.
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| I only want to kill them.
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| This is like Vietnam. |