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Permanent death
He fed off fear in the weak;
He showed no sympathy for the meek.
There was an empty space in his soul
And only blood could make him whole.
He would suck life from the living just because he was bored
Nothing could stop him not even the Lord.
The victim would always scream in horror and despair
Every loved one at the time was unaware.
Trembling and shaking their eyes filled with tears
She had no emotion other than her fears.
Then it happened, murder can’t be undone
He did what he always did he had to pack up and run.
The scene was always brutal, cruel, and deadly
He unstained the walls of blood while humming a medley.
This was his life and never failed to cover his tracks
But it wasn’t long until he stroke again with his axe.
