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Repent

They slept, their faces of wisdom,
two people, in their loving embrace,
white sheets, under a flowery quilt,
through their window, the moon shone upon my face.

I stepped close to the edge of the bed,
gazing upon them, sleeping so sound,
I reached in my pocket, the moon reflected off my blade,
I leaned over the man, I could hear his heart pound,
I extended my arm, the blade gently touching his throat,
before he could move, I heavily ran it across,
his terror, his mouth open, but void of cries,
his eyes wide, his grey hair, like a thin moss,
his blood pouring from his wound,
a scream was made, as the wife sat up,
I lounged at her, with my bloody blade,
ramming it handle deep, filling her chest up,
I ripped it back out, and lashed across her throat,
she fell back, blood staining her cream night gown,
and flowing onto the white sheets below.
I loosened my hand, and the knife fell down.

The sheets, so stained with blood,
Two lifeless bodies, coated by their death,
Their now messed bed, and my blood stained hands,
I stood silent, then took a deep breath,
ahh... such beauty, has the sent of death,
I bent down, picking up my fishing knife,
then cut a small cross, under their right eyes,
then I prepared to leave this room now void of life,
I stopped at the door, looking back at them,
seeing my destruction, my beautiful destruction.

So now I'm here, Father, that was my sin,
my lust, my pleasure, the thrill of the kill.