The nerve of you to hide and cower

after what you did.

Countless blood spilled bodies and now

you fell off the grid.

I’ll sniff you out and find you

if it’s the last thing I do.

Your stench is something foul, and

your accomplices too.

I found their hideouts just like

I’ll find yours.

Before I kill you off, I’ll expose you and

what you did behind closed doors.

The cops no longer care since all

leads were a dead end.

And that’s when it was now time for

my search to begin.

 

Image: From Google

via Daily Prompt: Hideout

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