| Searching for my victim, you’re the next in line
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| As my knife, it cuts your throat, now you’re left behind
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| Darkness fills the atmosphere with screams and pain to my delight
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| Limp and lifeless on your back, postmortem takes control
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| Rapid stabbing to your torso, stroke my erecting pole
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| Blood and jism smears your face, a scent so thick I lust for more
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| Exhibition of pain
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| Exhibition of lust
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| Exhibition of hate
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| Exhibition of carnage
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| Severely tortured, agony
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| No one hears you in the night
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| If you make it out alive
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| You will wish that you were dead
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| Running, hiding, you are found
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| Re-contort anatomy
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| Scream is silent you’re in shock
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| You can’t run now, you are dead
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| Bleeding profusely from your head
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| No remorse, I do not care
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| To see the life drain out of you
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| Is the reason I exist
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| The smell of rotting decomposed
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| Flesh with the growing need to kill
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| Try enduring reality
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| Living in a world of failure
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| Dismembering her limbs
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| The wait is now over
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| I’m drifting far beyond
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| A cruel, sinister butcher |