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He hears her call final drinks
As closing time is one
In fifteen minutes he'll make his move
This hunt has just begun

Six months or more, he's studied her
By shadowing her life
Tonight he'll take it all away
Her throat, one cut, his knife

So unexpected he knows she'll be
Such a meek and feeble prey
An easy hunt this should become
No obstacles in his way

She ushers out the remaining few
Chuckling at their moans
Her shift tonight, a tiring one
Confirmed by her aching bones

At five to one, she locked the bar
Then walked out to the street
Imagine if she only knew
The death she's soon to meet

With precision of an alley cat
He hides himself from view
Here he'll wait for her to pass
She'll never have a clue

With silent stealth, he struck her down
Then sliced her ear to ear
That choking, gurgling, gasping sound
Was all he yearned to hear

Once her body became still
He kissed her lifeless eyes
A satisfaction then filled his soul
As he whispered his goodbyes

Then he dragged this girl aside
And covered just her face
People need to see his work
So he sees their disgrace

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