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Choppity chop chop chop
That’s the sound of me chopping up stuff
I love to chop things up with sharp axes
I love to divide one into many
I am an axe obsessive
My fixation on slicing will only grow
It’s time to find my calling now
How do you satisfy one with a taste for the extreme
I must take this further
I want to lacerate the flesh of orphans
Because orphans don’t have parents
And that makes this morally acceptable
Cause I completely understand what morals are
No one will miss them when their gone
Well maybe the people at the orphanage
But fuck those cunts, those cunty cunts
My infatuation with mutilation must be realised
Upon these tiny children!

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