Carving a monstrosity
Acid rain pierces my skin
I seek an answer
My blade starts to dull

I finally see my path
No longer cut for woodshed
My lust for the pain of others
Paves the way for bloodshed

I take the blade
The tip severs your tendons
A monument for each limb
Ive worked to the bone
Rupturing your insides
Still looking for an answer
Your crys for help arent my concern
But your death rattle excites me

My rotting knife
A shortcut to salvation
Another shortened life
At my own discretion

Bloodshed

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