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I flipped on my flashlight ripped him off his bed and thrashed him around until he wasn't breathing. Then I grabbed a saw , cut him up and threw him under a floorboard in his chambers.
Can we come inside?
Of course! Come right on in.
Then the police showed up at my house. But what did I have to fear I hid the body.
They searched through the house to look for anything suspicious and when they asked where my father was I told them he was out of town.
I led them to my old man's chambers where I set out chairs ( mine right under where my father's body was stashed) and we chatted and had tea. They didn't suspect a thing.
All was well until I went mad, they knew. They knew I had Killed my own father and they were out to get me. I had to confess.
I did it I killed him you may take me as a mad person but you should have seen his eye!
And that brings me here ... in an asylum.
Ha ha ha ha h-
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