He takes his time when he stabs the boy to death
He keeps slashing and slicing even after his last breath
Ill-fated gods are given praise
Whilst stabbing the infant's torso, limbs and face
Gaping wounds gushing blood and gore
Covering the pentacle on the floor
No way to die at that age.
Slaughtered before his sister's eyes
Staring from the cage.
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Relieved, for the witch's voice now whispers and laughs
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The killer leaves the room but comes back with an axe
He chops up the corpses
Tosses his body parts into plastic bags
Drags them to the garden outside
To be buried in an unmarked grave on this night
The poor girl who has lost her mother
Is now forced to bury what's left of her dismembered brother.
A macabre funeral in a sepulchral garden
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Buried next to the others in the backyard of death himself.
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Exchanging the shovel for a bucket and a rag.
She has never seen such a terrible bloodbath before.
Bone fragments and viscous clots of human gruel.
She's forced to clean the lugubrious mess off the floor
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Asking the murder what will happen with her life
He answers: "You will serve me as my slave
Until your inevitable sacrifice.
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For the witch's wish and will is my command to kill"

It's dinnertime in the residence of this psychopath
A fine meal of beans, bread, meat, and some wine
Fortunately no empty stomach for the rest of the day
Then the killer has something special to say
"I saved your brother's most valuable part
Before the burial I cut out his precious little heart
Swallowing the souls of the victims... their hearts are what i eat
Your brother's soul has now been devoured
So tell me... did you like the meat?"