| Raping with no thought in his mind but to feed
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| Feeding his endless obsession that came at puberty
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| Hate. |
| Rape. |
| Murder
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| These are not the words that would come to mind if you saw this man in the
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| daytime
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| Ever oh so charming, attractive, and well off
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| Living the life of the good book of lies
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| This is not what anyone would think of at all
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| He must feed at all cost. |
| Hunt only by moonlight
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| Never will these women make it out alive
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| Lay on the game. |
| Smooth, he makes it look sweet
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| Up to his room where he does the deed
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| Hate. |
| Rape. |
| Murder
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| He was becoming so good at this
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| Leaving like he never existed
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| Throw them to the floor
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| He thrusts himself in
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| As their bodies lay there motionless and beaten
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| He sings as he fucks them, then cuts off their limbs
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| Orgasming as he cuts her face into a Chelsey grin
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| For years this charmer repeated without batting an eye
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| It was an art form to him. |
| Killing to feed all of his needs
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| Kill at all cost! |
| Violate everything!
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| Kill at all cost! |
| Violate everything! |