| The thought of killing entered my mind some time ago
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| What possesses an individual to kill
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| I have often pondered the thought
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| Time and time again
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| Now it’s clear to me
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| They want me to be part of this world they have created
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| I say fuck you
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| Don’t tell me how to live
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| Maybe if I eliminate the people
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| Who fit this so — called mold
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| My pain will finally be released
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| And my mind free of thought
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| The ax struck hard and fast
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| Splitting the skull in two
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| She fell instantly
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| The blood spewed
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| From where her head used to be
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| I then struck another blow
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| Only the lives of others
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| Can quench my harsh reality
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| I received much excitement
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| From these two blows
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| I must continue to strike her corpse
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| Once again I brought the tool of my trade
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| I proceeded to hack several more times
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| A pile of flesh now lies before me
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| Unrelenting need to fulfill my lust for death
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| I must purge the world of it’s filth
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| Disorder scars my mind
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| With killing fascination
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| My tasks are far from done
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| Everything must die |