Knives on fire, which creature sits invisible
spraying us with fear and fever
Which creature would conspire to our bodily decay
Oh dismay and knives on fire
the creature I see has no name I can say
Oh flesh hooks what horror awaits
Rolling human heads and blood script fates
The long claw that pierces the jugular
a night slasher evil in the dim, in light smug
Maybe he knows the name of the creature so repugnant
A creature so disgusting he was dubbed the ugly bug
Though the mystery like death sentences still looms
The question the mouth wavers to ask is grisly who?
Indeed who be the beast sapping strengths and aiming heart attacks
It's hands of destruction on each of us like a molester
Shall we blame our minds that they comprehend
the monster that guarantees our mortal end
Or is it lovely eternal life you pretend
away from the ugly truth of our existence
knives on fire, the only thing afterlife is "Death" and he's just as persistant
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