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Rot through the skin.

Deep within is where they cut and scythe.

Bleed them out.

They spill about.

One by one they end a life.

Hacking, they butchered them malevolently.

Extirpate.

Annihilate.

Bring forth unholy

Amputation is done by singularity.

The fixation on the cold body enlightens me

Draining blood,

I cut, I slice, I slash, I dice the skin

Untouched,

they pray I stop,

but I start to begin.