They saw me as mild and meek
An easy target for I appeared weak
But I am a paranoid psycho killing machine
And I smell their blood
And it is calling me to feast
On the carcasses that is their dead bodies
I suck them dry and leave like an empty dried up shell
They messed with something
That should not of
And because of this they have now been slaughtered
So be wary when messing with those you do not know.
fauxcroft 
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