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Reaching for the knife, body filled with strife,
Eyes with tears, worn plastic on my fingers,
Taking life, turning it into nonlife,
Something worse, from which I couldn't reverse.
Ready to plunge it into her body,
Ready to hear flesh rip, and see blood drip,
Destroy her psyche, and end her posse,
Her, on a one-way trip, on Death's flagship.
Adrenaline rushes, her blood gushes,
Matted hair of her head hits the mud, *THUD!*
It's just buisness, deserved the abuses,
Happy for her torture, brings me rapture.
Surreal art exhibit, in closed casket,
Favorite perverse artwork, so illicit.
Written by Orc_Pirate_68 (Sabrina Kirk-Caldwell)
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