Not a Raid, Juat a Massacre
Let us pretty up this scene with a blood-laced massacreWatching children scream for thier mums, a chilling grin on my face
A glinting dagger in my hand
And they said blood didn't have a taste!
A thrilling rush washes over me
What a funeral this will be!
Dining on the flesh of victims
This is a beautiful, lovely sight, but blood and guts is all YOU see
Don't you fear, I'll make this fast
Either way you'll never last
Tearing bodies, limb from limb
South of heaven! On a whim
No worries love, it's no a RAID
It's not a bullet, just a blade
What a taste!
What a smell!
Someone whispers 'This is hell'
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