i dunno what site i posted it on but im sure it wasnt here so peep!



Scenary: Im in my apartment basement with several mutulated bodies. Some alive, some dead,some in pain,some left life in pain.

Enter

Domes misplaced alone at stake just trace these words of arsonist's
attempts to stray then hear bones break to penetrate skin thru cartildge
hard fists fracture stomachs a laughter plummets without sound of sympathy
grounded instantly from the stinch of flesh that exposed my inner infamy
learn that the subjects to kill then proceed to kill the subjects
But whats next? i wipe blood from lungs n make sure there's no crumbs from corpses left
The pain throbbs as life lives thru these mutulated bodies with burned cutts cause the blades hott
One glance in the mirror i stare just to pause and think
Then i applaud the shrink who claimed i had no problems, now parts of him remain in my apartment sink
i spot blood on my cheek but wipe it quickly with an abrupt cry of grace
Come to realize that when i killed my victims i remained with a smile on my face
weapons scattered with organs splattered, visions of mine tragically blinded
i did them justice so they should love this n be proud of my mind set
because i did what they said when my parents told me to

Kill Them with kindness.....