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A Man Who Became A Monster

A Man Who Became A Monster

A suitcase was left on my porch that was full of body parts.
When I learned whose body it was, it really broke my heart.
I burst into tears when I learned that it was my son.
I hunted the killer down and shot him with my gun.
My son was in trouble with a bookie because he owed him a lot of cash.
It took over two weeks to track him down and I killed that piece of trash.
That bookie begged for his life as I pointed my pistol at his head.
I pulled the trigger and it felt so damn good because he was dead.
But I became a killer and I learned that I was just as bad as that bookie was.
I learned that a man can become a monster because of the things he does.
After I became a monster, you don't want to know how it made me feel.
When I looked in the mirror, I saw the face of a man who decided to kill.
I couldn't live with myself so I decided to call the police and turn myself in.
I will spend the rest of my life in prison, I will never see the light of day again.

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