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Sharpen my blade,
The colors fade. Rip into happiness, A cold-blooded killer. Slice through it all, Tears start to fall. A laugh for your scream, A heartless murderer. Feed on the pain, Cry out in vain. Your heart will wither, A black-hooded reaper. Take it all away, To God you pray. The sword at your neck, The bringer of your death. Cry, cry mother. Cry, cry father. Blood glistens the edge, You have both met the end.
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