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Chased through forest

Trips on roots

Thumping of my

Large work boots

Echoes behind him

Snapping sticks

Polesaw revving

His face I kick

Spinning blade

Crusted in blood

Escape from me

He thought he would

I just butchered

All his friends

And now his life

Comes to an end

Trudging through the grass

To his crawling body

Polesaw in his ass

My clothes and gear are bloodied

Run up through his back

As he stops screaming

Fucked with a polesaw

As he's profusely bleeding

Another butchered corpse here lays

Whopping body count to end the day

Another person dies to soon

To shock authorities by noon

Gore to death

My victims

Sent to the land of the dead

By a killer

Sinister

And fucked inside the head

Desire

To butcher and kill

The young and wild and free

Litter the grounds

A bloody mess

A violent killing spree