TELL ME A STORY
hello murder whats your story?
well i killed my mother and two little sisters around 3: 00 in the morning with a sludge hammer
when everyone was asleep i wacked them twice in the head. They died instantly
hi murder whats your story?
i was riding around in my car one night looking for my next victim when i spotted a little girl wearing a school uniform i slowed up next to her and offered her a ride home but instead of driving her home i drove her to an abandon house then i yanked her out of the car dragged her into the abandon house then that's when i raped her, beat her and after that i shot her three times in the chest then fled the scene
how are you doing murder whats your story?
i was at home just me and my two twin daughters when a man snuck through my back door came into the living room with a gun clutched between his hand.
He then demanded that i give him all the money i told him i didnt have any. Then he raised the gun up to my youngest daughter head and pulled the trigger right in front of my eyes. i screamed at the top of my lungs as i saw my baby girls blood splattered upon the wall.
He then yanked my oldest daughter up off the couch and demanded that i tie her down with the rope that he held in his right hand.
after i did as i was told he grabbed me by my hair then dragged me into the nearest bedroom and said 'if you don't cooperate i'll make sure you end up like your precious daughter' then suddenly he threw me on top of the bed and started ripping off my clothes then entered me with painful powereful thrust and thats when i realized what i kept under my pillow.
I then slid my hand back and without thinking twice i came out with my 357 chrome magnum and blew his head off his shoulders just like he did my daughter.
THE TRIAL OF ALL THREE MURDERES BEGIN
MURDER #1 was found GUILTY of first degree murder and sentenced to 25 years to life imprisoment
MURDER #2 was found GUILTY of third degree murder and sentenced to deathrow
MURDER #3 was found GUILTY of conspiracy to murder and sentenced to 37 years in rikers
A woman by the name of Charisma Spinnums was convicted of planning a robbery which lead to the death of her 6 year old daughter Sara Spinnums who was apparently shot to death in her home execution style. After leaving the court house Charisma allegedly told the news that ' if he hadn't killed her daughter things would have worked out as planned ' i'm reporter Kathy Bayes and you're watching channel 7 on the news
i bet you thought murder # 3 was innocent
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Your eyes see into my soul
Stabbing every corner in my heart
Rip me open from the inside
Until everything falls apart
For all the pain you bring
You might as well murder me
You can walk right by
While I suffocate in sorrow
Drown me in emptiness
Until I pray for tomorrow
I can't stand anymore misery
So go ahead and murder me
You consume my feelings
It's driving me crazy
Pull at every little piece
Until I lose my sanity
Absorbed in my self pity
So slowly you murder me
You cause me so much pain
Bringing me to tears
The hurt just won't go away
Until it's everything I fear
I can't seem to leave
So I let you murder me
Drive a knife into my heart
You are everything I hate
Put me under your spell
Until I can't escape
It would hurt much less you see
If you would just murder me
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One murdered a man
Who cuckolded him.
One murdered his spouse
To live with his paramour.
One murdered her spouse
To flee with her lover.
One murdered a widow
For her liaison with his father.
One murdered a man
For his affair with ones widow mother.
Crimes of sex are not uncommon.
Why are they rampant now?
Claws loosened and instincts emboldened.
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Murder at 1400
No blood or body
Why there was none to carry
There was an investigation
A list that was made
Out of imagination
Of ones who mightve died
Murder of Justice
He lay with his eyes taken out
And in this piece
In firmness he shook with doubt
Murder of Mercy
They knew him as a well spoken man
But lately he was privy
To say he cant when he can.
Murder of grace
The woman never lived long enough
In this one place
Where everyone has to pack his stuff
Murder of decency
The child had only a few words to say
It was discovered recently
The stench in his mouth that day
The ruling judge
Declared the findings false
The he went to get drunk
They saw him walking the next day with no pulse.
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