If death was my name,
And death was my game.
Who would you be?

You would be a crumpled up mass on the floor writhing in pain, asking for a quick release. Blood would be everywhere, dripping down the walls, staining the carpet, and your entrails hanging from the ceiling fan.

You would be my next victim.

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