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Part 2

The next day never came for the stoners

No one would ever hear

all their muffled cries

As they slept an axe

went through two of their necks

Leaving one to be the last to die

When he saw the carnage

he started screaming

As he did they tied him to a nearby tree

A dull blade skillfully sliced right through

His stomach and ribcage

Medicinal Healing

The blood started to spray

His life was slipping away

Medicinal Healing

By his feet in the mud

A bucket was placed to

catch the dripping blood

The corpses were dragged in body bags

To the killers home a burned out shack

This family was deranged.

They spent everyday

Smoking Marijuana, crystal meth,

methamphetamines and crack

Their ugly addiction driving them to kill

The bodies carelessly tossed on the floor

Everyone went to work,

they'd done this before

Their ghastly inbred sons removed limbs

to fuel the hydroponic system

A machine used to grind chunks of flesh

pulverized body parts that were left

It was pumped into the veins of a corpse

That belonged to their dead grandfather

He had died from an overdose

His dead body was left

there in his favorite chair

The families weed supply

was starting to run short

They had reached their last resort

They planted seeds inside the cadaver

And within hours it began to work

Out of his flesh vines began to grow

from the nutrients of the decomposed

Medicinal healing

They knew it would stop growing

unless the blood started flowing

Medicinal healing

Missing persons reports

kept on coming up short

On the kids trying to score