Not many would guess
Nor would they assume
He was rich and honorable
When it came to being in public
But behind closed doors
Other stories were told
He would beat
And nothing she did
Till the night of his birthday
When they returned home
He drank the day away
And he fell to the couch
She went to the kitchen
There she devised a plan
With a cleaver in hand and rage in her eyes
she tore him to shreds
Without regret in her mind.
Tonight was the first of many
She slept peaceful this night
And he slept forever.
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