THRONES OF BLOOD
The thought of killing entered my mind some time ago
What possesses an individual to kill
I have often pondered the thought
Time and time again
Now it's clear to me
They want me to be part of this world they have created
I say fuck you
Don't tell me how to live
Maybe if I eliminate the people
Who fit this so - called mold
My pain will finally be released
And my mind free of thought
The ax struck hard and fast
Splitting the skull in two
She fell instantly
The blood spewed
From where her head used to be
I then struck another blow
Only the lives of others
Can quench my harsh reality
I received much excitement
From these two blows
I must continue to strike her corpse
Once again I brought the tool of my trade
I proceeded to hack several more times
A pile of flesh now lies before me
Unrelenting need to fulfill my lust for death
I must purge the world of it's filth
Disorder scars my mind
With killing fascination
My tasks are far from done
Everything must die
