He searches 190
Looking for a victim
A drifter, a hooker
Someone that has been forgotten
10 feet from the back door
He buries them in the back yard
He has Inherited the need to kill
Passed down, a family trait
Strangulating
Watching as her eyes roll back in her head
Masturbating
Cum covered remnants of the dead
His children playing in the yard
Unearth the freshest of his kills
Their father, he finds them
Realizing now what they possess
He shows them the art of killing
And ways to enhance decomposition
Under the tutelage of their father
They excel far beyond the rest
Just bury them in the back yard
Ten feet from the back door
And like their father before them
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