.The morning sun beam
Finds a man in black
With a cruel face
No marks of grace
The tools of his trade
Seem scary on the back
Against the wall
He uses them all
Seeing him makes grown men weep
The eyes of him their flesh to creep
And his axe puts them to sle.
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