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 its filth

Disorder scars my mind

With killing fascination

My tasks are far from done

Everything must die