This one really could work for anyone, but I myself aimed it towards him.
I know I suck at poetry.
When the moon is up and the sky is dark
With his bloody knife he leaves his mark
The screaming echoes though the night
He leaves his victims stunned with fright
There’s only a second left to live
The pain of death is quite massive
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