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Buried alive in the darkness,

Left alone.

Finally rescued,

Then sent to a mental home.

One year past,

Time to sharpen up the axe.

February 14th's here,

Your lover's kiss will be your last.

Roses are red,

Violets are blue.

Valentine's Day.

A pickaxe for you.

Impale your blond fantasy girl,

Through the heart.

Party planner in the dryer,

Body charred.

Face boiled in hot dog water,

Lose your head.

Don't leave her to get beer,

When you get back she'll be dead.

Beware!

Here comes Harry.

The mine's,

A cemetery!

Striking,

His victims down.

The warden's back in town.