Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Psycopaths waltz
Nightmare walking,
psychopath talking.
Feeding on humans like a drunk does shots,
stopping? I think not.
Im a chronic killer,
a unmerciful thriller.
Ending this cock roach of a race,
with a dance not a single pace.
Their screams my song,
letting it continue all nightmare long.
A day not to perish,
not one death not to cherish.
They claim me the red dragon hannibal,
a cannibal.
Yes give me your fear as my praise,
as I give you the true end of days.
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This "cockroach of a race" is an awesome metaphor--conjures a sense of survival (and infestation) despite attempts to snuff it out.
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