Bloody Masterpiece

Watch as I dismantle your very being
I slice away your thorasic cage
To reveal what is no longer yours
It beats in my hand as I rip it away
The bloody fibrous constraints tear away
As you look at your own beating heart I smile
Only at the satisfaction of yet another master piece
A portrait of wickedness being slain
Those that know this man cowardly sins appreciate this art
Yes I sir am an artist
My canvas the body of those deemed wicked
My tool of choice blades of justice
Yes I sir am an artist and I pray you not to be my bloody masterpiece