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1)Stabbed in the head with a kitchen knife,
2)Sweating via hot lights took his life. 3)Scrambled his brain through his nose, 4)Suffocated in his car using a garden hose. 5)Broke the spine by using a concrete block, 6)Cut his neck with a knife, watched his shock. 7)Slit his wrists, bled out in a chair, 8)Ripped his ribcage out, a messy affair. 9)Placed and then cracked his thighs in a custom made vice, 10)Broke every bone in his legs with a truly nasty device. 11)Ran him over repeatedly with my car, 12)Burnt him alive, he didn't get far. The head to the feet, Was my guilty sin, When I was complete, I turned myself in. Therefore, this is my confession, I'm in jail for life on first degree, They treated it with digression, In here, nobody picks on me.
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