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Stands and waits at his leisure
Formulates sickly pleasures
Unaware she's in the game of
Sunken, twisted, grinding rage
Puts his plan into action
Sick sweet satisfaction
In his mind that's his thrill
I found you time to kill
Lives alone inside her home
Throat cut gurgled foam
