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the country

Woods back rodes flustering with bodies..
Hanging from trees and the smell of corpses..

Animals feed on the deceased..
It's one mans work quick on his feet..

A Scythe and many choices for weapons..
His favorite will and always will be a machete..

They run never getting very far..
A beast with a throwing knife hits the target everytime..

The screams no witnesses and many places to decorate..
The limbs being chopped off quietly and accurate..

No counts of his victims..
He has been at it for years and didn't want to loose touch..

Faces nailed in trees..
He had many pleading and begging for mercy..

None recorded or pictures taken..
That's the beauty of picture imaging..

Don't get lost you may be unlucky..
This isn't just one area this is state to state county to county..

A man with a dark soul mentally fucked and broke down..
This is the country welcome to his mind his town..
Written by Dustin66reaper6 (thinklistenlove)
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