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It is bleeding time again
I walk into a house
it is full of sheep they
gaze at me as the wolf
I am, to late to run no time
to scream, as I rip and cut
claw your flesh till you are
nothing but a bloody leaking
mess unrecognizable as what
you once were, now you are
nothing but victims of my lusts
it is full of sheep they
gaze at me as the wolf
I am, to late to run no time
to scream, as I rip and cut
claw your flesh till you are
nothing but a bloody leaking
mess unrecognizable as what
you once were, now you are
nothing but victims of my lusts
Published 22nd Nov 2015
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