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The story of a killer. |
Once upon a time there was a man named Jack He lived by himself in the woods. He had a fat cow who gave plenty of milk And he hunted for all of his food. Jack had no bills or outstanding debts He didn't need money at all. But when a stranger came and knocked on Jack's door Jack killed him and cut off his balls. A few days later, the sheriff came And asked Jack about a missing man. Jack said, "No, I haven't seen this stranger." "No one ever comes on my land." The sheriff said, "Well thank you sir." "If you hear anything let me know." The sheriff turned and started to leave But Jack shot him before he could go. Jack didn't know why he wanted to kill No idea why he enjoyed it so. Killing people was different then killing animals And that's all Jack needed to know. So Jack killed everyone who came to visit Even one of his very good friends. It was Jack who decided when it was the right time For these peoples' lives to end. Jack continued to kill everyone that he met Till he was one hundred years old. He buried the bodies right under the garden He loved digging those big holes. Then one day Death came calling for Jack But Jack wasn't ready to die. So Jack got his gun and he opened the door And cooly shot Death in the eye. |