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.
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