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The Painter's Crime Scene (ft. Rose)
- [//(Rose)](AKA etc)
- There's blood everywhere, and guts on the floor.
- The police show up and kick open the door.
- And I feel like they couldn't take all of the gore.
- When they took a closer look at the body, they saw a ripped necklace.
- And inspecting the body, they determined the killer was reckless and careless.
- The mother of the victim, outside, feeling helpless and crying.
- It turns out the killer and the victim were both fighting.
- Then the killer couldn't take it anymore, so she grabbed a fucking knife and swinged at her face.
- They found out who the killer was, since they found much evidence.
- Turned out it was me, wow they must have so much fucking intelligence.
- Then I heard police sirens and shook.
- Then the cops kicked open my door and held their guns.
- They had so many reasons to arrest me, take someone's existence.
- They put me at the back of the car as we drove off in the distance.
- And God herself won't forgive me for such sins.
- But the devil will love me for my bad intentions.
- //(Mav)
- There's crimson everywhere, some blotches of viscera like, mascara
- A stabbing in the area
- Constabularies investigate after what a witness said would just scare ya
- Them's shook, said there's a 'blueberry Rosary in her bloody hair clumps'
- There was, evidence the slayer was nefarious to what a prayer's fa
- Out the window a weeping woman, seeming sulky streaks running, running down her cheeks teal
- Prints convince what the scene was put in, re vealing a disagreement, dragged out the fe male
- Slits drip down to teeth, assailant slit her lips and gouged her [teempell](Temple, twisted the pronunciation to rhyme. And sound creepy)
- They just wanted to paint the town red ((details!) taste of metallic on his [palette/palate](Palette thin board of colors held by a painter's /palate mouth, a person's appreciation of taste and flavor,);
- How heee killed)
- Maimed dame! Told the 5 0 it's framed
- Macabre art, like Clive Barker oh, ah Edvard! 'Tis awfully dark
- It'd be my pleasure to lighten up the carnage 'fore it stops ya heart
- A masterpiece canvas, nothing evil about this easel
- Although I guess this was another one of my psychotic runs
- Interrogation lead apparent, I painted this with somebody's blood,
- This, that, the forth, sweat and tears I always put
- Oh, allow me to daub the brush, officer, trust me I'm almost done.
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