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I Did My Job
I did my job.
My tee is red.
I did my job.
Someone is dead.
I tore the flesh.
I drank the blood.
I ate the meat.
An easy feat.
I am hungry still.
Look at the gore.
You will make my fill.
I am at your door.
Crimson red.
I like it spread.
You could have fled.
Now you are dead.
My tee is red.
I did my job.
Someone is dead.
I tore the flesh.
I drank the blood.
I ate the meat.
An easy feat.
I am hungry still.
Look at the gore.
You will make my fill.
I am at your door.
Crimson red.
I like it spread.
You could have fled.
Now you are dead.
Published 22nd Apr 2019
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- Edited 8th May 2020 8:45pm
22nd Apr 2019 5:05pm
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