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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required ... Is dead, no more moves to make, is a cold hearted killer and wants more, your child died sooner, now this fellow and who is next? The man bends down to his victim and with the saw starts dismembering the body in front of you, your adrenaline rushes quick and your eyes wide open to how far can it go, legs, arms, head separated from the body, now the man stands and walks to you, with no mercy draws a knife and stabs you in the stomach, your world gives a quick flash back in all good moments and the reason why you live on, your dead child and your soul companion, now you don't want to die without giving up a fight, so on you struggle with death to not take your soul, bleeding deep the man sits like a child in front of you, you raise your head to see clearly and another flashback comes to your mind, the man you spilled the coffee early in the morning, the man who walked away and didn't accepted your forgiveness, so on you cry with pain, a psychopath is on your house and murdered your family and you are the target, so you gonna die, the man stands and picks up the saw, grabs you by the neck with no mercy, choking you on, he raise you high with demonic strength and with the saw starts cutting you in half but your not dead yet, you scream silent with mouth covered and pain makes your eyes fade, half way trough and your not dead yet, the man keeps back and forward and slices you in half, your last exile for man kinds future, the man walks away, next morning police is there, murder number 147 in 7 all that goes of year, so your name is on a list of cold cases, 10, 20, 30, 40, 50, 60, 70, 80, and keeps counting the years been stone cold case, so never you will hear a word from justice... Is this the world we live on?
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