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Black Elixer

In the chambers I cut open the flesh of others.
I feed on the pain and suffering of others.
Scraping at a sheeple, sawing into them, comforted by their screams.
I need them to feel pain to sustain my own life.
Their own denial of my misery drained me to the ground.
They didn't see the real desire for them to understand.
Since they won't see they can be the subject of sacrifice.
Shackled and chained as I tear at their filthy bodies.
Cutting into them, a satisfying blood flow serves me well.
I break their bones, stretching and twisting them.
The satisfying cracking and tearing of their bodies cures my sickness.
All my life I was made to conform to sheeple.
They tormented me with their poisonous ideas.
Now they shall pay with their lives in sheer pain.
They wouldn't listen to anyone's individuality.
They wanted to live in the dark ages so that's how I'll treat them.
Give their lives and souls as play things.
They are worth nothing but the health I get from their suffering.
Written by MisanthropicShynes (MisanthropicShyness)
Published | Edited 30th Dec 2017
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