Puncture Wound Massacre

Stab, hack, slash, kill. Stab, hack, slash, kill. Stab, hack, slash, kill. Stab, hack, slash, kill. Die, butcher. Rage of hate. Stab, hack, slash, kill. Stab, hack, slash, kill. Stab, hack, slash, kill. Stab, hack, slash, kill. Kick down the door in barbaric rage. Frantically slashing all who stand in ,y way. Stab another face, slit another throat. My intention is to mutilate them. People are screaming, it feeds my hate. Hack through the crowd. Blood is splashing on my face. I only see red. Rage exploding. Two knives, one mind, that hate has broken.
Stabbing, disfigure, knives puncture. Blood gushing from their wounds. Rivers run deep red. Down faces of people in the room. Bodies are heaping, they're dying. In seconds they were slain. Daggers in my hands are killing this worthless piece of shit.
Hate for them still drives my rage. My job is almost finished only one remains. In the corner terrified behind the grisly slaughter. I'll take my time on this last scum bag. Knife in stomach, he's not dead yet. Carving up his body, gouge his fucking head. Chop off his arms, pull out his guts. No remorse for what I have done.
Stabbing, disfigure, knives puncture. Blood gushing from their wounds. Rivers run deep red. Down faces of people in the room. Bodies are heaping, they're dying. In seconds they were slain. Daggers in my hands are killing this worthless piece of shit.