| As I walk behind her, her scent trails to me
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| What is it that draws me nearer, what could it be?
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| Once I was normal among the sheep
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| Now I’m immortal, in the night I creep
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| Searching for the one, 21, she will run, from the gleam of my blade,
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| she has strayed
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| She will pay, with the only life that she now knows
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| Captured by the gender she loathes
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| Now she is tied, terrified, set aside
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| As I prepare she stares as I tear at the garment she hides behind
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| Her young flesh is so divine
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| One final deed, she will plead, I proceed
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| Satisfying my urge, I will scourge, as I surge through her hallowed feminine
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| domain
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| From her young body. |
| I can’t abstain
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| Lifeless she now lies, now untied I defile
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| Carefully scoring her skin I begin from within
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| Removing her organs inspected
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| Still nothing detected
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| One way to achieve
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| The info that I need
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| Continuing to cleave
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| Gradually consumed
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| She was foredoomed
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| Body one big wound
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| Now I am through as I chew on the few pieces that remain
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| Of the brain, nothing gained, I continue my
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| Searching in the night for the one who fulfilly my plight
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| Searching for the one, 21, she will run from the glean of my blade, she will pay
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| Nothing left to mutilate
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| Nothing left to mutilate |