A Clean Bucket

 
The world is a bucket of filth
There is no one I can respect
Though the dirty people around me
Clamour and scratch at my flesh
None can meet my exacting standards
No one I’ve met, so far, even comes close

The world is a bucket of filth
Humanity seeing itself in some way superior
Not realising that they are still bottom feeders
At the foot of the behavioural food chain
You would have thought by now
They would have seen the error
Of their ways and at least tried to change
No one I’ve met, so far, even comes close

The world is a bucket of filth
I watch them daily screeching and scuttling about
Like laboratory rats in a reward maze
All are arrogant, selfish and vile individuals
They struggle to avoid death, by my hand
The show me no respect, I show them no mercy
I happily bleed the ones that plead
I consider letting them live for a second
No one I’ve met, so far, even comes close

The world is a bucket of filth
I have been chose to sanitise
What they mistakenly call their world
This is God’s world, always will be
We will not permit a further slide
Into yet more sin and depravity
I am in the service of Christ
And I will kill and slaughter this filth
As many of these ugly beings as I can
The bucket must be sanitised
I hope that one day I will meet somebody who’s worthy
No one I’ve met, so far, even comes close