The Purge
Your blood trickles down;
Your grin turns to a frown.
My knife pierces your skin;
Now the purge begins.
One kill, two kills, then it's three;
I'm on an insane killing spree.
The fourth kill is slow and sweet,
What a lovely, little treat!
Next it's my cousin I didn't like,
So I impaled him with a spike.
It's almost midnight and I'm having a ball!
That is until my skull got cracked by a maul.
Matthew
Year 9
Year 9
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