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Crickets chirp

In the swamp lands

Bliss at first

Now behind you he stands

Tumorous flesh

And hatchet in hand

It's too late now

Should have already ran

Hacking with fury

Through flesh and bone

Still alive to watch

But you're already gone

Appendages removed

Ridding you of functions

Screams and angered roars

Resonate in conjunction

Bleeding profusely

Gasping for breath

A de-limbed victim

Hoping for death

Mutilating torment

He finishes you

Once your limbs are split

Through and through

Limbless slab of meat

Blood leaving the heart

You'd have been lucky to leave

Keeping every part