Self expression through an act
The snakeIs a mad man killing the sleeping or awake
He wants blood and tears
Their are no fears
It is a on going addiction
With no inner restriction
Stabbing with a knife
He only wants your life
A truly sick man
With no particular game plan
Do not ever question the power
With out knowing it will be your final hour
It is a sport in his mind
Only murder is the satisfaction, he craves to find
Always staying in one place
A lot of opportunity and space
Another body in the river
A new news flash to deliver
Their is no way to identify
The body, only with a blood sample and no witness to testify
He loves his mighty and sharp blade
Slicing lemons for lemonade
One stab and one try it is all done
The rest is all gravy and fun
No one can catch him now
Even if they tried, who is going to cuff him and how?
Everyone is on the chase
Yet they cannot even maintain pace
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