Poem o4

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Pain stricken faces shoved in empty spaces, lives are taken by me from the weak as I dance on my killing streak. I'll smile at the blood below. Believe what you may, but all its all I know

they call me a killer

a monster too

but I'm just hungry...

Hungry for you

Pain stricken faces in empty spaces. Missing bodies

A hidden corpse

I feel your fear

i hear you choke

I'll laugh to scare you from sanity

but this is no laughing matter

its sick how you look think you can stop someone like me.

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