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The Pick-Axe Murders

You thought it was over, it's not over

I came back, I brought my axeIn the shadows, alone in the dark

Young victims, I stalk

You thought it was over, it's not over

I came back from the grave to mutilateAxed in the back, pick through the neck

Dead like the rest, molested and left

Limbs split in half, I ruptured their flesh

Puncture wounds to the headBone fragments clot to the hatchet

Knee-deep in the blood of the dead

Cranial separation

Sex with her severed headRotten walking dead

Hunting living victims

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