I will peel away your bloody flesh.
The crimson is new and fresh.
All your blood will be on the floor.
There will be lots of gore.
I will rip out your evil eyes.
I dont wanna hear your wimpy cries.
Blood will gush from your head.
Then ill be happy because your dead.
I will happily hide all the gore.
I am proud because you live no more.
All the blood is washed away.
I told you I would make you pay.
I hide your body deep under the ground.
Never will your body be found.
All you can do is hate and hate.
For you villain it is too late.
I will put your remains in a tomb.
You will experience a perilous doom.
You have always made me hurt.
Now you wear a crimson shirt.
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