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Blood
The walls are covered
With the stickiness of blood
It flows across the floor
A dark crimson flood
Bodies lying everywhere
Scattered around the room
Their faces show their terror
From when they met their doom
I kill the last one
Then drop the bat with a thud
I look at myself in the mirror
And see all the specks of blood
With the stickiness of blood
It flows across the floor
A dark crimson flood
Bodies lying everywhere
Scattered around the room
Their faces show their terror
From when they met their doom
I kill the last one
Then drop the bat with a thud
I look at myself in the mirror
And see all the specks of blood
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