Knife through the stomach,
Arrow through the heart;
Be careful for no fingerprints,
that wouldn't be too smart.
The ones I kill,
Blood I see;
Can anyone tell,
the inner me?
You make me sad,
You make me cry;
For that,
You die.
Hold my hand,
Or run fast;
Whichever way,
It will no longer last.
You can try,
Try to take me;
For if you do,
You'll surely see...
Don't mess with me,
The blood flows far;
Don't anger me,
Or you no longer are.
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