Meathouse Massacre

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Munsterman

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Now here my story, of the meathouse massacre
It was a murderous night in June, when it occurred
The butchers body is still M.I.A.
Investigations made by living family
Trying to find out the whereabouts of that putrid day
When  little girl went astray

I remember the hatchet I squeezed tight 
Viciously screaming into the night
My eyes were bloodshot and filled with pride
I could see it in his eyes he knew he would die
Butcher leaning on his precious meat
Watching her look tender sweet
He had no idea she meant to beat 
Him down until hear wreaked

Hatchet sharpened prior in the day 
But earlier was resting in hay
Thoughts in brain to go out and slay
No one knew yet I was beyond insane
In the blink of an eye 
I was out of sight
Air attack from behind
Goal in life was not denied

His skin was tender and he turned into a blood fountain
I climbed his body like others climb a mountain
The person at the door did not count on
Escaping the scene without being pound upon
The swooshing sound flew through the air
She climbed his body like they were stairs
The hatchets destiny not to spare
But to take lives without care

My mouth bit in
Victim soon to be skinned
No witness left to this sin
Only this little girl and a camera in a bin

The now rotting stench 
Caused me to take a seat on a bench

The corpses bloody and torn
Hatchet dull and worn
I knew like before
This is why I was born
I de-boned the bodies so I could hide
The bodies in a freezer deep inside
Thoughts of telling about the crime
Were denied by knowing no one to confide

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