Your soul is sinfully wicked,
Your past full of darkest deeds.
Your heart as black as the darkest shadow ever seen.
Murder is no stranger to you, the knife an extension of your body.
You love the screams,
The thrill.
How you seem to get away with it all.
No-one can stop you, can they?!
Their lives are nothing more than something to entertain you.
In your head they are puppets, and when they've finished their dance and song, you cut their strings.
So
They
Fall
Down Dead.
::::::::::::::::|-------| O
Alive no more
I'm right so far, aren't I?!
Each say something different, yet the same before your blade plunges through their heart;
"I thought you loved me"
"God will send you down to the deepest burning pits of Hell! You scum!"
"Why?!!!"
"Fuck you! I'll never go down without you by my side"
"Please let me go! Please let me survive!"
But their words are nothing, mere bothering flies to be swatted away.
It's quite impressive how much you've done,
How well you've survived without being noticed by the Others.
But your times now come to an end.
And although I find your wicked deeds tasteful, I think that's what's gonna make me enjoy you all the more to myself.
Oh don't cry please.
It makes sick to see your tears
To hear your pleas that you are "Sorry" and that you should be allowed to "Live".
Yah right!
You never cared about them,
and I care less than naught for you.
Your another soul created for my pleasure.
A puppet on some twisted strings.
Ain't that right hunny...
A tasty treat for me to feast.
Some skin for me to nip,
Some blood for me to sip,
and all the while you shall feel this, the screams of those you damned shall ring pleasantly in your head....whilst you play each murder out as them...
Seems your victims were right...
And it delights me to say this...
....WELCOME TO HELL Darling....where your pain is our pleasure, so get ready for the ride...because for me things are only gonna get better...
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