There's a killer in our midst
And it's always been this way
He creeps up from behind
And then bashes in your face
He drags you to the woods
And ties you to a tree
He strings you up upon a branch
And let's you dangle free
He creeps up in the night
When you're sleeping in your bed
He takes an axe in his hands
Then buries it in your head
Once you're aware of the killer
You likely won't survive
He'll dig a grave in the ground
Then bury you alive
He kills us from the insides
We're sent to an early grave
He finishes off his evil deeds
When he sets your flesh ablaze
We must escape this ghastly grim
And refuse to whither and fall
We're all at one point a victim of
The serial inside of us all
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Epiphany [duo] | √
PoetryThis is the second installment of the Epiphany poetry collection, in continuation of Epiphany [unum].