dresed  in satan black robes

reaper plights

may I show you my shiny studded knife.

in a rare occurrence you'll see me.

I speak in tongues.

see my lungs were filled with dripping blood.

But I can cut you anyway.

Ill tie you to a chair.

and toss you like a rag doll.

with my shiny knife, ill cut your face,

with little jagged edges.

I'll leave a also nice taste in your face.

I will not kill you, that takes away my fun.

Ill watch you suffer, use you as my new toy.

but see it's only easy being me.