never again my dear...

[grindcoreman]

maybe it wasn't the end of a beginning... the lifeless body of a girl was brutally swinging back and forth over the puddle of blood she had made. somewhere in the vastness of a barn was the happenings of a story that could never be told. for being the only reason was the boards and fixtures could not talk. horrific acts happened on this land. the acts of volition and malous fueled the rage of a psychotic individual were seen in the way his vitcims were murdered. "chief, here is more samples." my deputy said. i can't help to think this was all my fault. ...it's all my fault. bodies are being taken to the morg in a record number. the man that slain these kids is somewhere out there. i'll find him... i'll find him. this town needs some hope. i'll give them some hope.

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David Morrison
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