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The urge to kill you all is fighting with my brain
And I can tell you now, that I want you all in pain
Don't look at me with horror, you all knew me to blame
But look upon my face, do you see the mark of shame?
I'm not ashamed, I'm not afraid, so naturally you must fear
Fear me for what I've become, fear me year after year
And I'm a monster now, I want to kill you all
So when fate decides to play me right, I'll be the curtain call
Off with your heads, a scream bellowed out
And death is what I want, not trace or hint of doubt
Blood will stain my hands as I become so keen
On senses of the nature, I'm a killing machine
And look about you now, the fire raising high
The city has crumbled under, and all of you must die
So take a leap of fate, and breathe a final breath
I will be your liberator of your solemned death
And I can tell you now, that I want you all in pain
Don't look at me with horror, you all knew me to blame
But look upon my face, do you see the mark of shame?
I'm not ashamed, I'm not afraid, so naturally you must fear
Fear me for what I've become, fear me year after year
And I'm a monster now, I want to kill you all
So when fate decides to play me right, I'll be the curtain call
Off with your heads, a scream bellowed out
And death is what I want, not trace or hint of doubt
Blood will stain my hands as I become so keen
On senses of the nature, I'm a killing machine
And look about you now, the fire raising high
The city has crumbled under, and all of you must die
So take a leap of fate, and breathe a final breath
I will be your liberator of your solemned death
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this is, exciting
it's been a while since i actually felt alive in a poem
the feeling of being feared actually gives me rushes
i love this poem
it's been a while since i actually felt alive in a poem
the feeling of being feared actually gives me rushes
i love this poem