All I really want to do is stab people.

Once, I got a chance to do it.

But the guy kept trying to get away,

and I'd stab him where he was moving.

He'd reach out a hand, a foot, I'd stab it.

After a while, he moved less often,

so I stabbed him a few times in the back.

I talked a little about the woman,

but I wasted the opportunity.

It's just an accident to hack, hack, hack.

To stab, stab, stab is intentional, will.

Resort to speculation is a shame,

but the point, I'd suppose, is intention.

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