Slaughter
He enters a new room
Blood on the floor
Children all smiling
Waiting for more
He smiles to a girl
Cuts off her head
A boy lets out a scream
Now he is dead
Sigh. What a pain he says
As he takes out a gun
Rips out some guts
And kills his own son
A blood curdling scream
It echoes through the halls
As rows and rows of ragdolls
Just lie there not moving at all
A young boy sits in wait
As his worst nightmare comes to life
The very classroom he was happily accepted in
Is covered in blood and dusted with fright
A savage panther with his prey
A predator in the room
A devil of a teacher
A student led to his doom
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