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I am a guillotine
A bloody, soaked machine
Destroying lives, I boast
Its not what I chose
But what I am, just what I am

I am feared by those
Who come to close
I’m calm with first glance
But given a chance
I will cut through throats, and
Spines will splinter
And put a soul into winter