Michael Myers..
knuckles white, blade held tight, slash at moments sight
the window of oppurtune is open to draw blood tonight
stalking with stealth and holding the belt for killing many
death lurks by my side, too help divide life from its plenty
sweet smells of fear .. gather my insides to kill each year
& continue the carnage until the earth is filled with tears
devour the hopes, no love for those, so i cut the throats
of those who appose, followed footsteps of paths chose
associate of the devil, the job i chose pleasures my being
begin believing in the worst, because ill be what ur seeing
dont desire eating, thats why I attack with rage & excite
no chance to breath right .. myers always wins the fight!
except ur fate, because if theres flesh, ill be around soon
to stain with blood, pace ur thuds, my blade slashes you
enter my realm, my blade has fed and delt ur life to death
memory is blurred while focusing on ur final days of breaths
another one bites the dust .. nothing will ever be the same
many heard my name, the day where the sun began to rain
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