Cycle
Those who have nothing left are the most dangerous
No one to scandalize, so nothing's too scandalous
Break a window because there's no widow
Burn down the house when bodies are buried in the meadow
No fear of retribution if the killer's the only solution
to satisfy revenge
For himself, the killer smiles.
Walks down the road for another three miles.
Clones himself.
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