He was a really mean person and he had a foul mouth.
He had a vulgar temper and he went to the Deep South.
He would rape, sell drugs and steal.
He was also a man who loved to kill.
He could kill a person as easily as you can swat a fly.
Human life meant nothing to him, he loved to watch his victims die.
When it came to his victims families, it was too much for them to bear.
The police finally caught that psycho and he died in the electric chair.
He's in Hell and as the flames burn his skin, he screams in agony.
When it comes to the pain that he endures, he will never be free.
As he suffers, he realizes that being a psychopath was a really stupid thing to do.
He went to the Deep South and if you're evil, the same thing will happen to you.
- Author: randyjohnson71 ( Offline)
- Published: March 25th, 2023 18:38
- Category: Unclassified
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