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Redrum
Axe murdered
again and again
The bastard is
dead
Blood has stained all
the carpet and the walls
The traitors
body lies lifeless on the ground
Into the meat grinder you go
food for the dogs
No trace is left
of your death
And a smile comes on upon
my face
A smile of relief
of true happiness
Finally my soul can rest
the enemy is dead
