Sweet blood drips

13 hands red

Her torso rips

45 people dead

Sweet blood drips 

The voice box screams

His gut splits

The phone rings

……………………………………………….

A loud motherly cry 

Machete to the head

She’s soon to die

He’ll soon dread

Trees surround the lake

Where he may lay

The dawn will break

13th is the day 

Camp will be cut short 

Along with your life

Can you see the horror?

Did you see the knife? 

……………………………………………

She wanted fame 

Do you dance? 

She wanted a name

No money, not a chance 

Want some candy?

No supper tonight 

Flames come in handy

Ending in a fight

She threw her ax

Did you see the fall?

How many attacks?

Did she get them all?