THRONES OF BLOOD 



The thought of killing entered my mind some time ago 

What possesses an individual to kill 

I have often pondered the thought 

Time and time again 

Now it's clear to me 



They want me to be part of this world they have created 

I say fuck you 

Don't tell me how to live 



Maybe if I eliminate the people 

Who fit this so - called mold 

My pain will finally be released 

And my mind free of thought 



The ax struck hard and fast 

Splitting the skull in two 

She fell instantly 

The blood spewed 

From where her head used to be 

I then struck another blow 



Only the lives of others 

Can quench my harsh reality 



I received much excitement 

From these two blows 

I must continue to strike her corpse 

Once again I brought the tool of my trade 



I proceeded to hack several more times 

A pile of flesh now lies before me 



Unrelenting need to fulfill my lust for death 

I must purge the world of it's filth 



Disorder scars my mind 

With killing fascination 

My tasks are far from done 

Everything must die