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The peircing glare of florescent lights

If one could ever peer inside

Cherished scenes of violent deaths

Cherished scenes of violent deaths

Bill sat in a room that was perfectly square

The walls were bare and white except the mirror

He smiled and lit a smoke

His three and a half years, killing spree brought his status to celebrity

Memories of bodies slashed, from the tits to the sweet firm ass

The police were frustrated with his mug

insistence, the whereabouts of corpses

Torso's buried at least ten deep

Bill's trademark in cutting bodies, smeared with blood and cum

Why'd ya do it Bill?

In the ground where they found the gums pulling

Back from the teeth, blues and whites vomit

That's when he smiled at me, laughed, and began to pee

It hit the floor, like blood that had spilled before

Back inside the interrogation room

Bill refused to answer anything

The only statement that he had made

Was he was only in it for the

Meat... Meat... Meat... Meat...