I'm grabbing the butcher knife
How come I must torture and paralyze victims
Before I'm truely satisfied
I cannot stop tryin' to prove to myself
That I am a weaponary master
So I seem to keep stocking with silencers
Bodies are scattered all over the pasture
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PoetryI try to be very artsy & kinda edgy but I'm actually soft please love me
