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MAN SLAUGHTER.
Man Slaughterer.
Spirit of the living dead hovers around his house,
For his job is to force stop human breath.
He lives in a thatched cottage near the river,
His friends are vultures and night owls.
The evening breaks with every soul slaughtered,
And his meal is like an offering to appease the dead.
Every morning, his neighbours wakes to the sound of his saber,
His call of duty is to kill and feed his belly.
Oh, his brother has come for a visit,
A famous butcher at the market square.
Blood sure is thicker than water,
A brother a butcher, another an executioner.
© omega*3
Spirit of the living dead hovers around his house,
For his job is to force stop human breath.
He lives in a thatched cottage near the river,
His friends are vultures and night owls.
The evening breaks with every soul slaughtered,
And his meal is like an offering to appease the dead.
Every morning, his neighbours wakes to the sound of his saber,
His call of duty is to kill and feed his belly.
Oh, his brother has come for a visit,
A famous butcher at the market square.
Blood sure is thicker than water,
A brother a butcher, another an executioner.
© omega*3
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