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Here I await

My face hidden

My objectives yet unknown

I spy on the enemies

An innocent look upon my face

A sweet smile upon my lips

I seduce them to my bed

Then I make my move

I tear into there flesh

The knife gleaming in my hand

An evil smile upon my lips

I leave the bloody corpse

Going back into the shadows

Where I await my next victim to come