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Roland

When I close my eyes and dream
My sleep is filled with innocent screams.
Waking up I feel incomplete
So I grab my favorite hatchet and hit the street.
 
I prowl the dark alley ways late at night
Looking for a whore, to satisfy
my never ending appetite.
My blade tucked well in my jacket  
when I find that special girl
love i will give to her passionately with my hatchet.
 
Once you are in pieces and in a bloody pile  
I will trot away with a devious smile.
They will find you in the morning with
Cuts so clean they will claim the work of a saber.
For all you know I may be your neighbor.
 
By:Ralcore86
Written by ralcore86
Published | Edited 23rd Sep 2012
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