I wander the roads
looking for a victim
looking for a victim
to entice then slice
gutting them like a fish
a well made dish
A whistling noise is made
then they are no longer alive
then they are no longer alive
a rancid corpse in my room
it faced a deathly demise
The violence calms my mind
a...
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