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The art of the kill Jamming the  jugular Cutting the carteroid A flash of steel Oh how much you bleed A twist of the neck The snap of the spine Your body is paralyzed Your body is dead Hangings are hilarious The body flailing about Drownings are depressing Lungs losing their air My knife slips over the bone Through the meat to your heart My foot comes down on you Crushing your skull on the curb Scientists call it anatomy Doctors use it to heal My kind call it a manual We use it to kill The innocent see a horror act The just see a crime to solve The pious see a soul to save Our kind see an art show We kill for greed W

Chapter 2 Shane paced a circle into the ground in the break room muttering under his breath. It was lunch time for most of the staff and Shane and Christina spent the time wondering what had happened a few minutes ago. Christina sat in one of the rickety green chairs while she picked at her food. She dropped her fork and looked up at Shane. "Will you please stop that? Pacing around isn't going to change what happened." She said as she looked around the room. Though it was a spacious room, there were still other employees who could listen in or ask about the matter. Shane stopped pacing and sat down in a chair next to her. She noticed his ey

Coyote Kill Coyotes calling through the night Calling 'bout their kill 'fore first light Coming down from the mountains, they shall not stall Because that kill could feed them all As they come to feast on blood and gore Every raven cries out "Nevermore" Look at the bunch on which first light had shone Listen to the crunch of the snow and the bone Grrrr goes the wolf, crunch goes the snow Listen to the sound grow and grow Wild bloody butchers ripping up the meat Feasting on blood and feeding the fleet Teeth like knives, Eyes like fire Always show they will never tire Coyotes calling through the night Calling 'bout their kill 'f

"Do a barrel roll!" the voice shouted through the radio in my headset. My name is Garrett. I was flying over the Appalachian Mountains in my Cessna when Johnathan, my friend, shouted those words for the fourth time. I picked up the radio and yelled "Johnathan, if you say that one more time, I'll kick your ass when I'm done scanning. Scratch that, Zach you can kick his ass for me." I heard a scrape of chairs then a cry of pain before Zach's gruff voice came on "Got him. Do you see anything good? We're seeing very little spots to find anything of value." The guys were looking at a screen that showed what the camera on the underside of my plan