The Professional Choice
by Vladimir Stelyacnyc


How many ways to kill you
So many choices have I
I could engulf you in fire of hell
Or I could just gouge out your eye

The option exist to cut off your lips
with rusty blunted spoon
To save me trouble of hiding your death
I have your carcass sent to the moon

Maybe today I change my ways
I let you leave here unharmed
Then again maybe not, I use the garotte
and bleed you and leave you unarmed

 

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