walking alone at night,
to look for another victim,
to eat the flesh,
and drink his fresh blood.



now i found one,
i smell his pure blood,
and smell his pure flesh,
it makes me starve and thirst,
and now I start to rip,
ripping off his neck,
the blood start to flow,
flowing over me.


i can see my victim,
lying on the ground,
smashed skull,
scattered brain,
cryptic smell.


I can see remains,
remains of my victim,
headless corpse,
smells decay,
body decomposed,
death is then foreseen.


all that I've killed,
are being beheaded,
next time ill kill,
it would be much better,
for you are the one,
that I have to kill.

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