Demonic Destruction

There are plenty of ways to slay and kill,
a Psycho is on the loose and armed to the gills,
No remorse found, disemboweled, your guts spill on the ground,
heart ripped from your chest, you corpse slaughtered,
not making a sound, lifeless Christians thrown on the mound,
Unspeakable actions dealt by the pound,
they leave a foul, horrific scene,
His rage pronounced, as he howls and screams,
his feet beat the ground, moving forwards up the hill,
without a cloud in sight on this frozen winter night.

His tyrannic oppression becomes obsession,
The Satanic progression growing with aggression,
acting on his murderous confession, Carnage bestowed, a product of his possession.

Shock and awe sweeping the land,
wreaking havoc like a storm of sand,
now a putrid carcass, the plots of his hands,
all the sheep massacred don't understand,
how ruthless I stand, Malevolence strikes down as he planned,
those left alive now servants, scarred by his brand.

The path distraught with a wretched smell,
the wrath he brought, his murders prevail, to tell the tales,
He can't be caught and will not fail,
across an ocean of blood he sails,
making his way, back to his cell,
where he belongs to rest in hell.