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the sun reflects on the red salt watersquiring bodies, death screamscrunching backbones, blinking hookslaughing peopleagain it's time for the slaughtering fiestwhat a joyful murderous daydo you know what I mean?hooks ripping fleshdrogging them to the shorewith knives they try to reach the heartsblood pumping out of the woundstwo hours until deathfinns hitting the waterblinking hookstwo hours until death
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