Pain Eternal
There are two men
on the horizon
What are their eyes
locked on?
It is me,
fresh from the kill
the screams of victims
are high and shrill
My face is covered
in fresh red liquid
I'm caked in blood
I killed them, I did
A sharpened blade
in their eye
I stab you and
now you die!
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