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Art
I can’t express enough
The sickness that I bare
I crave the loss of life
I live without a care
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It doesn’t matter much
Who my victims are
A stripper from a club
A loser at a bar
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I like to kill them slowly
Taking pleasure in their pain
If I get caught they’ll tell me
I’m criminally insane
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But they’ll never catch me
For I am much too smart
This isn’t mindless murder
For me, this is art.
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