Harvest Time
Pretty girl slithers through the fields
Bell around her neck swings out a cry
Under the howling moon a warning
In open fields of golden wheat asleep
Before the ax comes down complete
Cuts the farmer right in two
A heel breaks off her favorite shoes
High fashion turns to hobbles odd
A road that beckons shadows on
Leads beauty with her limp to work
Chopping up farmers and assistants
Might be wrong but no one listens
A charming smile and personality
Can take you far in life
With little effort, an ax works better
Looks good on any resume
Everyone should have a mission
Ejected blood in all directions
Spews out profusely by night light
They never saw it coming
Lost souls planted in the ground
Seems strange at harvest time
A lovely girl with long blonde hair
New white dress without a blemish
Dressed to kill to quench her thirst
To feed her pleasure for a harvest
Beware the girl with alabaster skin
Skinny, with a lust for murder over life
Dripping with blood from head to toe
Friendly to the strangers that she knows
Her enemies love the work she does
Not knowing what comes next
Actions perpetrated in the field reflected
Hair shimmering in the sins committed
Ghostly midnight shines on them
Slaughter with an attitude is best
A sharp mind and weapon swinging
Into skulls instead of golden wheat
Requires skill when dressed to kill
A bell around her neck is charming
Rings out a warning for who is next
Having an edge in life works best
When gathering dead instead of crops
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