Kill

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You are sin

You hide in the darkness

You hide behind red doors

You fill me with hate

You crawl along scalps

You infest minds with bugs

They burrow deeply

They confuse the weak of mind

They torture the innocent

They breed darkness

I feel them crawling

They bite horrendously

They lay babies everywhere

They play in my hair as you grin

I pull my knife from behind

I cut the scalp as you glance on

They mix with the blood as my scalp falls

I will kill the taint you bring

I will dance as blood runs on

You sin will not win me

I shall cut you out piece by piece

I will kill you like the thief in the night

you are,

Who cares what the sin is

I shall kill it with one swipe

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