"A man came with a kitchen knife,
To take away a father's life.
And once the job was nicely done,
The rest wouldn't be able to run.
One by one, they all were found,
And together, they were taken down.
No questions couldn't be asked,
As we brought along a shiny ax.
When the mother tried to scream, her clothes were decorated with a bloody stream.
We gave the oldest son a chase,
and multiple wounds ended on his face.
Another one tried to fight back,
But who knew he was good for a bat?
The rest was fun for a tiny bit,
Until they were thrown into a pit.
Neighbors couldn't see,
but they weren't easily deceived.
Blue and red soon lit up the street,
a fate that we refuse to meet.
So when they were all found the next day, the culprits had already gotten away.
But friends and loves ones still all mourned,
for the house, the blood still adorned."
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