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Oh No, You're Dead
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Poems You anger me so much,
I want to kill you.
But that would be too easy,
there's torturing to do.
The blood on my hands,
feels so nice.
The touch of your corpse,
cold as ice.
Oh no, you're dead,
just like I'd bet.
But don't you worry,
I'm not finished yet.
Kidneys, liver,
stomach and lung,
but the fun has only
just begun.
Brain, heart,
need I say more?
I am truly a fan
of blood and gore.
A couple hours,
of disembowling,
soon the wolves,
will be howling.
I think perhaps,
I'm finally done.
And it seems the battle,
and war, I've won.
If I were to go blind,
it would be for the best.
For I'd only want this sight,
no need for the rest.
