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domestic happiness is disturbed |
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the head of the family was going insane |
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daddy's loading his gun |
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and sticks the barrel into the cunt of mom |
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the bullet's boreling through her womb, her body is worn out |
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the shredded ovaries are bursting through her belly |
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daddy takes the kitchenknife and skins his twisting wife |
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resolves her flesh to handy hunks and fee it to the dog |
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subsequently daddy lifts the tyke over his head |
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then he throws the dog into the waste-disposer |
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entering the children's room |
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the dripping head of mom is swinging on his belt |
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the kids can't understand |
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why the f**k their daddy's got a dagger in his hand |
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ramming the blade in his daughter's neck |
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breaking her bones with a loathsome crack |
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gutting the girl with a smacking noise |
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he fills the empty body with her toys |
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his son is the last in line - only three years old |
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he tries to hide behind the wardrobe - unsuccessfully |
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he grasps the screaming bastard, dashes him to the ground |
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then he nails the little boy to the wall |
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after the work is done daddy leaves the house |
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purposefully he's walking to the neighbours family |
