At Night I Draw My Blade,
So That I May Bring Out,
The Thick Warm Liquid,
Known As Blood,
It Stains So Easily,
Its Truly Beautiful I Just Love It,
I Like To Dress My Victims In White,
As They Stay In A White Room,
It Just Stains So....Hm Perfect,
It Drips Off My Blade,
As They Beg & Pled Me To Stop,
But I Can't Help Myself,
They Cry Out For Help,
Though It Never Comes,
I Love The Gleam In Their Eyes,
Right Before,
They.....DIE!
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