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Serial Killer (acrostic)

Serial Killer (acrostic)

Slicing of the flesh, without taking a breath.
Eerily creeping, stealth a test.
Running from the law an impossible feat.
Inside his mind the demons retreat.
At peace with himself, at least he thinks.
Lapping at violence, a tragedy at the least.

Kill for the rush, in the past for fun.
In the forest, his bodies bake in the sun.
Long ago, a child abused, now a thing of the past, he will use.
Last victim killed, it was hunting season.
Every one in town stayed in for this reason
Relentless this beast, much blood on his hands.

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