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Bacon Francis
DK (1951 / UK)

Bacon Francis

So shall i kill them slowly
Twisted knives sharp honed by fate
And lay their bodies there before them
Like fresh chops upon a plate?

So shall they kiss oblivion
So shall they learn to dread
The greyest of grim reapers
Whose words burn a bloody red.

So shall i wreak my vengeance
so shall i dim their light
their lives forever fearful
not knowing when i'll strike.

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