Once upon a time,
There lived a sweet, little boy,
He used to paint the sky green,
And the scorching Sun blue.

Days passed on; he grew up,
Summing up his weirdness along,
He never followed the society's standards,
Hence, I decided, 'End him, cleanse the world'.

In a dark place, I slid a noose under his neck,
He writhed, twisted and squeezed,
Yet I showed no mercy.
Slowly, I hung him to death.

No traces, no evidence,
None has a clue about his existence,
I stood before the mirror, laughing.
'What a perfect murder I've committed'.

One day, I noticed another boy missing,
Later, a girl and hundred more kids;
Learning that I'm in a world of murderers,
Bewildered, I asked the world.

World called it 'growing up',
It said, "To grow up,
You must become a murderer,
Killing the child inside".

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Dedicated to all the murderers in this world.