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Happy Murderer

The smile on his face,
Happiness in his heart,
When he cuts his victims.

Victim scream, whine,
Asking for help,
While he with a hammer
Beats their brains, drinking wine.

He is happy as a child,
Who bought the toy.
He's a good-looking, but wild.

He rips off their skin,
They are not guilty of anything,
But he was just bored.

Victim struggling in convulsions.
He pushed all the laws away.
Funny as hell, like a happy death!

Guts are hanging on his wall,
He sleeps with severed head.
No one responds to the call of the dead.

Victim scream, whine,
Asking for help,
While he was with a chainsaw
Cuts their throats, but not pine.

When he was young,
He loved to draw.
He drew by blood on his saw

He needs more bodies,
He is on the bones
Is going to play melodies.

His house smelled the stench,
Corpses adorn the entrance bench.
He ate human meat for lunch.

Fresh dismemberment
Wound around his apartment.
He is a connoisseur of this arts.

Victim scream, whine,
Asking for help,
While he pokes their eyes,
Laughing at their pain.

The smile on his face,
Happiness in his heart,
When he cuts his victims.

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