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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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Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
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
Hannibal-inspired (the TV series). I'm still not over the Season 2 finale.
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Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
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