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won’t

be

locked

in.”

The pain in his chest, but he soldiers through.

He has to escape; he has things to do.

And then mind over matter, he’s clawing his way,

out of a hole that couldn’t hold him on that fateful day.

Muddy and weary, wincing in pain.

He stumbles towards the trees, every footstep a gain.

Because life was giving him a second chance.

The devil was here, and he was ready to dance.

He would bide his time, but he’d have retribution.

He’d take his time to plan their execution.

They thought they’d got rid of him,

but they were wrong.

Had they forgotten who they were dealing with?

Did they know how long

he’d wait until the time was right.

He’d plan it even better than he had that night.

There was a reason he was called S.K.A.M.

and it fitted him well, you’ll find...

Serial

Killer

Artistic

Mastermind

The end. For now...