To Meet Your End
Amid confusion
Under delusion
Despite your cry
Before you die
Inside his thoughts
Beneath what rots
Until the kill
Within he'll feel
About to go mad
For you, this is bad
Down the knife goes
Up the blood flows
Into your heart
From there he'll start
Toward your lung
By then you're done.
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