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