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He's got his victim, he's killing her slowly

He feels nothing except the ecstasy, the excitement

He is smearing his body with her blood

Butcher... Butcher...

With an axe he's chopping her body

The suffer

Doesn't express what he has done

But it's too late

She's stopped to breathe, her brain was shut

down

The butcher's standing over she and loud

laughing

It's not a man, it's a wild beast

Without any feelings and conscience

People like to watch his next victims

Son of a bitch with no response