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Chop.

She walked among the wheat fields
Blonde hair and yellow dress
The wonders of this sacred place
She'd never second guess
Chop, Chop, Chop

The wheat came to her waist
Prickling her skin
The edge, the edge, close, close
The wheats began to thin
Chop, Chop, Chop

He pounced at her, dark and wise
Eyes like the black sun
Dragged her down beneath the wheat
Now her walk was done
Chop, Chop, Chop

She screamed, he laughed
The poison sound airbourne
One more chop, one more rip
Another child to mourn
Chop, Chop, Chop

Fifteen separate body parts
All perfectly preserved
Except for one, he ate the heart
How wonderfully perverse
Chop, Chop, Chop

She still screams on and to this day
No-one ever found
The little blonde girl, lost
Rotting beneath the ground

Chop
Chop
Chop