| Destructive multitude, bleeding into my attitude. I cannot help but leave ideals in my wake. I know if I keep going, you will break. I have become my own vision inside my mind, I have learn to seperate from human-kind. I was on the news so you must have heard, I killed four million people in just one week, I have manifested this infection, I have created this devestation. I am the killer of men, women, and children, I am, Hate. One Hundred drops of blood, on my tongue, how sweet, this has become, murder in the first, murder in the second, to bad, I can't be mentally tested, other wise they would find, just how completly demented I am, just how far a deranged individual can go. One more slit, one more love, another cost, into the past it falls. Here I come, ignore the saw, because I came, and I killed. I have no more reason to live. Except to shed my disease. To breed the sin. Now, praise the clean blade, that severes the spine. |
