A Wretched Outcast Calling For Death

The lower a tone speaks to me,
I begin to hear more than I see.
A change in voice gives away your deed;
that you are a lying, deceitful and cruel being

Unlike those around you,
I can see straight through;
right past the hate that flew
my heart towards burning too.

If I could take it all away;
the pain you give me everyday
from your burning. Perpetual to say
that I will kill you forever and a day.

I will rip you apart;
stomp on you and burn your heart;
break and mold you into art
This isn't the beginning, it's just the start.

The cruel dementedness of my mind
started when I went blind
from the pain of knowing what we can't find;
the love and purity that we wish to bind.

We bind ourselves to wishes and desires.
Such things that die within the eternal fires.
Even those close to us, tend to conspire.
We must end the games before we expire.

In knowing this, I ask you not to beg
for mercy cause it's useless to be said
when there is no mercy to be fed.
You are not a man, but a swine instead.

With eyes that bleed,
Ears that see,
Skin that screams,
And minds that plea;

The death and immortality,
The live and its morality,
I now proclaim you dead to me.
Good Death to you all, and Blessed you Be.