Sixteen years of age. The suburb sets the scene.
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Sixteen years of rage withheld and concealed.
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Doors locked. Curtains drawn. Rehearsals begins.
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Preparations made. The axe gets a final trim.
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Shadowed figures came at night. The hands would
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clutch and strike his thighs. The kid would not even
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be weeping. This kid pretending he's sleeping.
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Kept within his young strained mind all this damn time.
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Not a hint at what grew steadily inside.
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The hate during prayer at supper and the surpressed
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at school. The need to be able to strike back grew.
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Memories of fingers penetrating. Years of terror
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generating emotions functioning as fuel
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when this kid walks down his parents room.
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Parts of bodies found. The blood splattered all around
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The result of the hate unleashed. Just one shot was heard.
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This suburb neighbourhood disturbed. This pained mind
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has found peace. In the backyard. Shotgun at his side.
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Difficult to identify. Sixteen years of age and dead.
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Sixteen years of rage to an end.
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Immaculate Pinetreeroad #930
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Immaculate Pinetreeroad #930
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