| Domestic happiness is disturbed
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| The head of the family was going insane
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| Daddy’s loading his gun
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| And sticks the barrel into the cunt of mom
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| The bullet’s boreling through her womb, her body is worn out
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| The shredded ovaries are bursting through her belly
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| Daddy takes the kitchenknife and skins his twisting wife
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| Resolves her flesh to handy hunks and fee it to the dog
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| Subsequently daddy lifts the tyke over his head
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| Then he throws the dog into the waste-disposer
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| Entering the children’s room
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| The dripping head of mom is swinging on his belt
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| The kids can’t understand
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| Why the f**k their daddy’s got a dagger in his hand
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| Ramming the blade in his daughter’s neck
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| Breaking her bones with a loathsome crack
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| Gutting the girl with a smacking noise
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| He fills the empty body with her toys
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| His son is the last in line — only three years old
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| He tries to hide behind the wardrobe — unsuccessfully
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| He grasps the screaming bastard, dashes him to the ground
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| Then he nails the little boy to the wall
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| After the work is done daddy leaves the house
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| Purposefully he’s walking to the neighbours family |