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Celebrate The BladeCold steel pressed into his palmHis eyes reflect no light Instinct drives his will to kill A hunter of the night Moral guide-lines blurred To kill without one word "I have no God" Celebrate the blade Brutality in perfect motion A master of his art Flesh his canvas; sufferance due in frenzy; torn apart Celebrate...Celebrate the blade Acting out sick fantasies To kill and kill again Relentless he will track you down The only question: "when"? Exquisite in his violence He'll play games with your blood Swift incision; blade comes down Left face down in the mud |