Poezja

I practice torture introduce the worlds true horror
They don’t care, encourage rather forsake
Watch you suffer and fade away
Reaction so light hearted can only be trained
My game gives the ultimate pain
Names you the murderer and fills you with shame
 
My former time has brought your worst
An inmate of hate has made your life a losing debate
My hunters are blind of their new shadow
And the killer they will never find
I laugh and thrive off the threats from these squealing swine
Trust no one or you will be mine
 
My thirst for eradication has brought your assassination
This training has motioned your execution
It’s not my fault blame the nation
Let us have some fun and praise red rum
Endurance running low, gone without a sense
I’m unstoppable you have no defense