Glinting in the light,
blood covered and bright.
Slashing through the air,
they came near.
Quiet and then a slit,
they smile a bit.
Once polished and smooth,
they once again make their move.
Their master's smile is evil,
he was too evil.
Once again they taste blood that was sweet,
no one they shall beat.
One day they tasted thei r master,
the worst taste they had ever.
They cried for their master and friend,
oh why did it end?
They cried bloody tears,
and again came their fears.
They once again wait in the dark,
for someone to make their mark.
They shall wait for the taste of blood,
and once again they wait for fun.
If they have to they shall wait forever,
those bloody razors.
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