A Flair for Killing

On the floor lies a shattered teacuP Dropped by prim, graceful handS Belonging to a certain somebodY It was a monster so sadistiC That he carried his wratH Wherever he would gO He'd be waiting at your doorsteP With the hunger of a piranhA When he takes you as prey like thaT You'll regret ever crossing a psychopatH

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