Back then, I was called upon by numerous personnel,
Handpicked from a plethora of stoic women.
Chosen to be his type,
They sent me on my way.
I was shooed away to spy, hide in gangly bushes and snap photographs of him and that woman he hardly loved.
Then, as I recalled my training,
I made my move.
May God have pitied any soul who dared deter me from my target.
They say I stalked him, and so what if I did?
I never wanted to at first; I thought the concept was insane.
Come to figure out, we're all a little unhinged on the inside...
He saw me displaying my beautiful art for all to see, and he fell for me right then and there, all according to plan.
Several years later I call upon my henchman,
Subtly armed to his teeth and ready to attack with the snap of my fingers.
I never intended to kill John.
The government sheltered that vital piece of information from me,
They were the ones monitoring him!
I firmly swear that it was never my intention to have him fatally harmed...
Thank God that Chapman bastard was thrown behind cold steel bars,
Never again will I appoint him as my accomplice.
My poor boy doesn't have a daddy, thanks to him.
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