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On the first day of Christmas

I lost my Sanity

At the sound of Carols echoing

On the second day of Christmas

I burnt my family

2 dead parents and my neighbours hanging from their pear tree

On the third day of Christmas

I start my killing spree

I took Santa from the store,

blood stained floor, as I bludgeoned him until his death I saw.

On the fourth day of Christmas

I grab my rusty sword

Running down the street

Hacking at the kids

Cutting off their heads

What was covered in white is now red

On the fifth day of Christmas

The cops are on to me

Time to get away

Find a place to hide

Until they pass me by

I've got to get out

Get the fuck away from the scene

On the sixth day of Christmas

I steal some cunts car

Driving on the side walk

Heads pop under tires

Bodies bounce off wall

I'm overcome with joy

As I play with my new toys

That being the entrails dragged behind my brand new sleigh

On the seventh day of Christmas

It time to smoke some weed

Hang them by their feet

Line them down the street

Make them fucking bleed

This fuels my need

As I continue to feed

Every fucking year it's the same thing. Better fucking buy. SPEND SPEND SPEND. Don't you see that they have you under complete control. You are a puppet in their consumerism campaign.

On the eighth day of Christmas

I've done my bloody deed

As their screams fill the air

Crying in despair

Carving at their throats

Dismembering all hopes

My vengeance I have reaped

Making mothers scream

Weeping at the seem

As my seed has now been spread.

On the ninth day of Christmas

They find my lifeless corpse

in the corner of my shed

Hanging by a thread

Severed at the neck

shotgun to the chest

Ripped up at the legs

A Message etched in skin

For this unholy sin

And a grin from ear to chin