An infamous figure
In hiding for decades
I have this old saw of mine
Which I have maintained
Decades of slaughter
To feed the family
Humans butchered like animals
And harvested for food and resources
I butcher trespassers
Grind them with the saw
To preserve our business
Of selling the best meats
Blood splattered aprons
We kidnap, butcher, and eat them
Another's loved ones
Our thrill of slaughter
Severed limbs
Grinded human flesh
Furniture upholstered
With the remains of the tortured dead
By the saw
I grant us food
From those I've killed
Our supper's carved
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