MMM MMM Toasty

March 12, 2010
By Anonymous

My hand struck the strings with a chord
And my fingers chosed the neck of my victim
I wasn't pressing hard though
But slowly and softly
Just enough to be heard

My tempo picked up
As did my heart rate
When I finally stopped
My victim laid dead in silence



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