ABC Challenge

                       A, B, C, OF MY MURDER


                             Your Ashes fall
                                  Burnt and to crunchy
                                  Crisp.
                                  Don't dare blame me,
                      you deserve Every bit of it.

                           You're Fried,
                    with coal and Gasoline.
                               In Hell by now,
         one more death equals an Increase.

                           If you Just hadn't fucked with me,
                                I Know none of this would happened.
                           You've Lost this battle,
                        breath no More, scorched with your chapel.
     
                           I take No faults,
             for your words won't Oppress me.
                   Your so called Powers,
                 amuses every one Quietly.

                     Buried under Rusted nails,
                                I Seared your corpse, with a stick.
Watch as it intertwined with burnt Twigs.
                     Satisfaction Unlike any other, I'm sick.

                              I'm Very pleased with my self.
                                I Worry not of the consequences.
        I've turn your essence to Xenons Gases of the earth,
                                  You are now
                                  Zoned out, to where you belong.


I can't seem to get it in the format of how i entered it in the comp.
If you wanna see the format better, you can check it out here:

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/6143/30/