| Cleaving away at any extremity, From his torso his appendages are ripped,
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| Another pass of my chainsaw, And his leg is disjoined at the hip, Cutting with
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| My shoulder blade, His forearm I lustily seize, Bit by bit deconstructing his
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| Demise, Allowing my victim no piece… Limb from limb… Dislimbing my victims
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| For my collection of severed and rotting keepsakes, Trophies for my room
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| Displayed in mylar on decorative platters and stakes, Once in possession of The fleshy sinewy gew gaws that I demand, Only these quadrapalegic cadavers
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| Are left to give me a hand… Limb from limb… Taking her hand and arms and
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| Legs, She is left looking quite stumped, Collecting the body parts that I Greedily hoarde, The torso is callously dumped, Her grevious wounds spill
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| Precious ichor, Upon the makeshift abatoir’s floor, But the sacrifice is not
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| Made in vein, Donating her arms to the poor… Limb from limb, mercilessly
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| Taking people for an arm and a leg, Limb from limb, an unscrupulous bargain
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| Upon which you cannot reneg, Limb from limb, I have so many, but I always
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| Hanker for more, Limb from limb, at times it’s impossible to get a foot in the
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| Door… Limb from limb… You must hand it to me as I split you at the seams,
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| I always get a leg up on my victims, your ensanguined projections I glean,
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| Jigsawed without hope of reassembly, I take what’s yours as mine, You watch as Your existence slips away, your losing it one piece at a time… |