Salty warm,
Sticky red delight.
I watch it spill,
From living flesh.
The warmth is gone.
Pale dead cold remains.
The steel is my warmth.
My only comfort.
Death is a salvation,
For those I choose.
Mercy is in my hands
I must eliminate the unclean.
Release thier tortured souls,
From prisons of filthy flesh.
Arisen to kill.
I walk among you.
Unseen by mortal eyes.
Until I come for you.
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