Chelsea’s fantasy was to get raped
Buddy only felt sane when he was at war
Joe knew at some point he would get caught
Mary was whiter than the driven snow
Chelsea’s fantasy was getting stronger
Buddy just hated civilian life
Joe was stalking his next victim
Mary was in chapel confessing dark thoughts
Chelsea had made up her mind
Buddy walked the streets, anger building up inside him
Joe lay in wait
Mary couldn’t understand her dark thoughts, being so devout
Chelsea knew the time had come
Joe made his move
Buddy saw what was happening
Mary prayed on the cross
Chelsea felt the grip release
Joe pulled out a knife
Buddy disarmed him, knocking him down
Mary spoke to God begging forgiveness
Chelsea pulled out a gun and shot Buddy
Joe began to rise
Buddy slowly bled to death
Mary sat in the confessional box, confessing to murdering two men.