There is a man,
who butchers as many as he can
Karl Denke a religious man
who tended, in local church, the organ
For years he did
Slashing a guy, cook and eat it
He let them in
his apartment, that’s free from sin
The guests that ate
had no idea, they were next on the plate
Butchering some meat
for his new guests, the old ones they would eat
A neighbour heard screams
what he witnessed was beyond his wildest dreams
An axe in a head
interrupting a murder of a young led
The police came in
what they saw, was definitely a world of sin
There was no denial
Karl Denke hung himself before the trial.