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A wicked grin upon my face.
Bodies all around this evil place.
My knife in one hand, my gun in the other.
I smile at the bodies that once called me brother.
This group, this cult, these sheep for the slaughter.
Ironic that the closest body is the farmers daughter.
After that I walk out.  walk on into the night.
Searching for the next victim to fight.
As I step past the bridge I suddenly stop.
Behind me the body of the friendly cop.
The clouds, they move.  I look to the sky.
The full moon shines.  I ask it "Why?"
Why do you do this to me on this night?
Take my body from me and cast me out of the light?
Force me to kill and kill with a smile.
To kill people I love every once in a while.
Leave me broken from loss and guilt running free.
Every life that I ended now burdening me.
I wish it would stop.  That would be a godsend!
But to stop it for sure I must meet my own end.

I'm sorry