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"6ix Ni6hts of Brutality"
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As death sleeps, a killer plans his next move.
A broken clock on the wall; it's been 12:01 for six days but doesn't change the nights ahead.
Six nights unfold, as planned.
Everyone will be dead.
A family sleeps,
Without a care in the world.
Mom and Dad and the children are asleep in their beds.
Grandma and Grandpa are there for a visit, and they will die too.
One by one, I'll take them out.
I'll climb through the basement window and kill them one by one,
Without them knowing.
Snickering as I cover their mouths and slit their throats.
Not a sound, not a creak of a board.
Silent and deadly, a target in sight.
One by one, night after night,
They die, one after the other, without knowing their loved ones are already dead before them.
I drag them one by one to the basement door and down the stairs,
And onto the cold, damp floor.
Beneath the stars, I write their fates.
I killed all six, one night after the other, and none were the wiser of the others' fate.
Six nights and six graves—I celebrate,
A brutality, a masterpiece, a work of art of grand design.
It's all mine; I laugh as I shovel each grave.
No one checked on them for days, and no one knew they were all gone,
In a gathering of graves in the woods behind their house.
Not a sign, nor a broken window—just a broken lock.
I waited for six nights to take out a family.
As sirens call to signal something is wrong, but nothing was found.
No reason, no answers, just questions.
Where did they go? But only I will truly know.
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