.Waiting in the woods, our perfect victims await us
Not knowing and relaxed, their blood will run cold with the bud seed
With pruning shears drawn, we stalk without emotion
To see the fear in their eyes, and yet to know not of their true worth
Chop up the hippies, boil the blood .
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