As darkness falls, the shadows creep in,
Why am I to pay for another's sin?
The wrong done to me, thrown in my face,
As the lights go out, my anger ablaze.
Hatred fills my heart so deeply,
I find I'm far from able to sleep.
It is night, and the beast walks free,
Likely on another killing spree,
Blood dried on his evil claws,
Shaking off guilt, he hasn't pause.
The killer walks free, what at thing,
Twisted, snarling snout, he's king,
He gets away with everything...
And it's his victims who silently pay.
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