DEXTER MVRGAN

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BORN IN BLOOD, TORN FROM BIRTH, I LOST MY FEELINGS WITHOUT EVEN GETTIN' 'EM. I'VE NO COMPASSION, THEREFORE, AT TIMES I'M CRUEL, WISH I COULD FEEL ANYTHIN'. NOW I'M AN ADULT, BUT STILL HAVE A TENDENCY TO CRUELTY, I KILL CRIMINALS WITH PASSION 'FORE WRAPPIN' THE WHOLE ROOM IN POLYETHYLENE. I WORK FOR THE POLICE SO I'M ALWAYS SAFE, YEAH. My heart ain't beating, I tryna fit in even though I do not feel anything, Every night I take a knife, Stun the killer, then I kill him in a specially prepared room, He took many lives, The lives of innocent people, so my method of killing him is cruel, The police will never hit my trail, So I kill with a free soul, I've thought 'bout every move, I'll kill all the guilty and no one will know my terrible truth. Mutilate the body alive WITH A CHAINSAW FOR TOUCHING MY FAMILY, People that I care about would say that THIS IS ALL FUCKING INSANITY, But I cannot contain it, MY PITCH BLACK ENTITY, So I live with it and TRYNA KEEP MY SANITY...

2021-04-11 16:31:15

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