There's blood on the walls and blood on the floor,
There's blood in his hair and blood on the door.
A gun in his hand, a corpse on the boards,
A smile on his face, blood on his cords,
A light in his eye, a brother to kill,
A rush in his veins, alive with the thrill.
"A minute to dinner!" he suddenly hears,
And losing his weapons is all that he fears.
"Ah shit!" he exclaims, and offers a prayer.
"I've told you before: don't swear!"
Author notes
Written in response to a concerned parent protesting that a game involving murder was unsuitable for their child because it also contained swearing.
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