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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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