My thoughts are as black as night, Inside my soul there is no light, I dwell on the thought of blood and death, My actions show its scary depth, We sit upon our seats of self glory, We assign ourselves as other men's juries, Who are we to say they are wrong, Who is to decide to make their life short or long, So you who sit on your self-made throne, Come face the man who is like your clone, You think your better then all you see, I see your soul it's no better then me, Those who come at me with evil in their eyes, I say an eye for an eye to those I despise, Don't fuck with my family or my friends, It'll cost your life to quickly end, You'll find me where the sleepless lie, Don't cross my path or you'll surely die, You fucked with me and now your gone, I cut your throat and you swallowed a bomb, In your grave you lie there still, No peace but pain is what you feel, The pits of hell burn your soul, All the fire around it's out of control, You'll never see your family again, See the places you've ever been, Your family cry and weep for you, The murderer they'd kill if they only knew, Go to hell and wait for my soul, I sent you to that place the endless hole, Now that your gone I've stoled your life, Murdered your children and stole your wife, Talk to the demon's they'll be your friends, The furnace your in will never end, time has stopped for those whose dead, You should've live but you lost your head.
Reason for writing:
I was really pissed off at the world and depression had a lot to do with it too.
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