I hacked ten people to pieces.
I'm not guilty for nothing.
I'm happy. I like human meat.
Their guts and fresh flesh.
All my victims were hunted and cut apart.
I hid some parts of their corpses,
and kept only I wanted to mess
because it stained everything around.
After I cooked it, left an awful stench.
My kitchen is a horrible place,
but I like it. I'm not merciful.
A big plate of guts, much better with some gravy.
I need human meat.
Nothing else to eat.
When I don't have nothing,
I cook hands heads and feet in a soup,
cause if fried, I have a painful stomach-ache.

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