Chapter 13
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In a night like this, so quiet and still,
Reminded I am, that feeling so real.
My hands're shaking, sensation sureal,
Did I made this pact, the demon's a seal?
The euphoria I felt in my first kill.
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I remember that tale called Jack and Jill.
Wondered I did what Jack felt when uphill,
I knew he had plans, like mine so evil.
What, pray tell, did this a bloodied boy feel?
What did the boy feel when he murdered Jill?
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And so I went to find answers uphill,
In a night so heavy, the wind gives chill.
There I came across this one boy named Bill.
And that time I knew, what the boy, Jack, feel.
When he found the chance to get his first kill.
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I walked ever slowly towards him, Bill.
Too busy he is chomping down his meal,
The thumping of my heart, fills me with thrill.
If given a balm in Gilead, a fill,
I'd stop this plan of killing him, I will.
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But I did not stop, I walked with ill will,
To him with an unfathomable chill,
I spoke the words as softly as a quill:
"May I speak with you for a moment, Bill?"
I knew the words went through him like a drill.
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"What is it?" He said; stupid, stupid Bill.
"I know you are well and you mean good will,
"Your love for me, stronger than a steel mill,
"But its time to stop, let's stop this love, Bill."
As my words drop to his ear, so's his zeal.
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I broke his heart, and I did with god's will,
His tears did went down this night of April.
He asked why, he asked me how I feel,
But as he weep, my expression is still.
Looking down I am to the crying Bill.
-
Is this how Jack felt when he pushed down Jill?
Is this why Jack also fell down the hill?
The sadness I felt as I hear Bill squeal,
As if both of us are falling downhill.
And that's the story of how I killed Bill.
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In a night like this, so quiet and still,
Reminded I am, that feeling so real.
My hands're shaking, sensation sureal,
Did I made this pact, the demon's a seal?
The euphoria I felt in my first kill.
Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.
-
I remember that tale called Jack and Jill.
Wondered I did what Jack felt when uphill,
I knew he had plans, like mine so evil.
What, pray tell, did this a bloodied boy feel?
What did the boy feel when he murdered Jill?
-
And so I went to find answers uphill,
In a night so heavy, the wind gives chill.
There I came across this one boy named Bill.
And that time I knew, what the boy, Jack, feel.
When he found the chance to get his first kill.
-
I walked ever slowly towards him, Bill.
Too busy he is chomping down his meal,
The thumping of my heart, fills me with thrill.
If given a balm in Gilead, a fill,
I'd stop this plan of killing him, I will.
-
But I did not stop, I walked with ill will,
To him with an unfathomable chill,
I spoke the words as softly as a quill:
"May I speak with you for a moment, Bill?"
I knew the words went through him like a drill.
-
"What is it?" He said; stupid, stupid Bill.
"I know you are well and you mean good will,
"Your love for me, stronger than a steel mill,
"But its time to stop, let's stop this love, Bill."
As my words drop to his ear, so's his zeal.
-
I broke his heart, and I did with god's will,
His tears did went down this night of April.
He asked why, he asked me how I feel,
But as he weep, my expression is still.
Looking down I am to the crying Bill.
-
Is this how Jack felt when he pushed down Jill?
Is this why Jack also fell down the hill?
The sadness I felt as I hear Bill squeal,
As if both of us are falling downhill.
And that's the story of how I killed Bill.
In a night like this, so quiet and still,Reminded I am, that feeling so real.My hands're shaking, sensation sureal,Did I made this pact, the demon's a seal?The euphoria I felt in my first kill. Find authorized novels in Webnovelfaster updates, better experiencePlease click for visiting. -I remember that tale called Jack and Jill.Wondered I did what Jack felt when uphill,I knew he had plans, like mine so evil.What, pray tell, did this a bloodied boy feel?What did the boy feel when he murdered Jill?-And so I went to find answers uphill,In a night so heavy, the wind gives chill.There I came across this one boy named Bill.And that time I knew, what the boy, Jack, feel.When he found the chance to get his first kill.-I walked ever slowly towards him, Bill.Too busy he is chomping down his meal,The thumping of my heart, fills me with thrill.If given a balm in Gilead, a fill,I'd stop this plan of killing him, I will.-But I did not stop, I walked with ill will,To him with an unfathomable chill,I spoke the words as softly as a quill:"May I speak with you for a moment, Bill?"I knew the words went through him like a drill.-"What is it?" He said; stupid, stupid Bill."I know you are well and you mean good will,"Your love for me, stronger than a steel mill,"But its time to stop, let's stop this love, Bill."As my words drop to his ear, so's his zeal.-I broke his heart, and I did with god's will,His tears did went down this night of April.He asked why, he asked me how I feel,But as he weep, my expression is still.Looking down I am to the crying Bill.-Is this how Jack felt when he pushed down Jill?Is this why Jack also fell down the hill?The sadness I felt as I hear Bill squeal,As if both of us are falling downhill.And that's the story of how I killed Bill.
