A bedtime Story

Sticks and Stones
And Broken Bones
Piled on the floor
Death and Decay
Is my forte'
Bloody, Guts, and Gore
In a field
There lies a corpse
I left it there
With no remorse
Its just a job
And I'm the best
Just ask the mob
And buy a vest
Cause if you see me
Its your turn
And I'll kill again
Before I burn.

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