Let me "enlighten" you with a story about a man and his feelings
How he felt happiness, enthrallment, and more for his killings
How he would sing a melody with such willful pride
As his lovely victims screamed, begged, and cried
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Oh how he loved to kill
He'd take a step back, and just fill (you)
You don't get a pause, no, he makes no hesitation
He lets the blood sink into his skin creating sensation
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He doesn't kill out of spit or revenge
He kills for fun, not even to avenge
He laughs with a grin as they shriek and scream
Thank them with more pain, for fulfilling his dream
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He reminisces in the memories of the dead
How he chopped them into an abundant shred
He never gloats or brags about the "victims" he collected
Each one he obtained was specially selected
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He holds the women close, kissing their skin
Just thinking, happily thinking of his sinful win
He swoons, making them feel "warm and safe" is what he wants
But sadly, they see when it's to late, he only haunts
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He will lay you down gently with such "love and care"
Making you feel "wonderful", with a fallacious stare
And just before he takes your last hot breath
He licks your blood, whispering "I love you" leading to death
