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You thought it was over, not over
I back, I brought my axe

In the shadows, in the dark
Young victims, I
You it was over, it's not over
I back from the grave to mutilate

Axed in the back, through the neck
like the rest, molested and left
Limbs in half, I ruptured their flesh
Puncture to the head

fragments clot to the hatchet
Knee-deep in the blood of the
separation
Sex her severed head

Rotten dead
living victims