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The arms have been chopped

Rotting and slopped

The body is weak

Ground into the machine

Cannot be wiped clean

The stains are forever

Lost inside his own mind

She’s trying to find

A reason to go on

Hungry for what to do next

His killer’s perplexed

There’s so many options

Power is his

Control over life

This will not be forgotten

Warm blood on his face

He lives for the taste

and the sound of the screaming

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Killing time

Waiting in line

Watching the streets

for another one

He could be watching you now

He could be watching you right now