The knife is bloody
In my hand
Your face shows fear
On my demand.

Your death shall come slowly
I laugh as you cry
I trace your tears with my knife
You know you will die.

This knife follows every
Vain it can find
It will not leave one
With the slightest chance to hide.

I get to your throat
And look into your eyes
I happily watch
As the life in you dies.

 
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