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Bloody Joy
The stench of victory is sweet and secure,
matching the scent of blood, it allures.
The knives glisten with a crinsom drink,
It consumes all in a blink.
So you call out for help, you pray to your god.
I close in for closure, I clean up the kill.
I live my life in perfect clarity, your red syrup
brings me the joy, of a thousand Christmas, as it spills on the floor.
The stench of victory is sweet and secure,
matching the scent of blood, it allures.
The knives glisten with a crinsom drink,
I smile, I laugh, as your end it sinks.
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