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
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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?
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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?
