“There’s a man going around taking names”…

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The underground killer…

With death in his eyes…

An invisible evil…

A perfect disguise…

No one ever sees him…

Or gives a second glance…

His victims are random…

And don’t stand a chance…

As he selects the weak…

Then stalks his prey…

Timing his attacks…

And in minutes they lay…

Dead on the ground…

In a pool of warm blood…

And as he walks away…

The feeling of power floods…

Pulsates through his veins…

Leaving him so elated…

This addictive emotion…

That he alone has created…

And needs to be fed…

When night time falls…

As his thirst rises…

And he hears the call…

Of the cold hearted killer…

That lives deep inside…

Intent on stealing souls…

And enjoying the ride…

On a fairground attraction…

But never paying the price…

Just intent on the killing…

He doesn’t think twice…

As the underground killer…

Has perfected the art…

Of killing them softly…

Then removing their hearts…

Before moving on silently…

Towards his next kill…

Empowered by the glory…

Entranced by the thrill…

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