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Contemplating, all the anguish

I can ensue in their lives

A child'sscream, brings me joy

As they watch their mother die

The pendulum blade, ripsmy flesh

For the crimes i have bestowed

Upon the innocence of none

My malice continually grows

The blade slowly

Penetrates me

Torrents of blood

Tumultuously,

Cascade to the crimson floor,

Incarnadine liquid i now pour,

Excruciating pain to this machine is a whore

Now experience all the delightful gore

I cry I bleed vomiting blood

entrails ripped out make it stop,

blood red crescent last thing I see,

before death's cold withered hand takes me!