Silently i wait for zoltans leave,
for i hide a secret under my sleeve,
for as he walks,
ill pull out a knife,
cut his throat with a grueling slice,
then ill cut open his wrist,
and stab the fool,
yes, yes, thats what ill do,
and as the muffled screams of pain, fill the room with dread,
ill remember every passing moment,
until he's stone dead.
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