Murdered
In my eyes, lies the gleam of death
you can feel it, can't you? the vibe doesn't rest
purity and innocence evaporate into the air
and all you have left is something to despair
the slicing, the dicing, oh God- the murder!
the irreplacible feeling of death- so sweet
boy, oh boy does this blood taste good!
i lick my fingers as i tear off the meat
so messy, is the killing
but i have so much fun!
now that i think of it
i should save some for lunch...
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