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Sitting, sitting, watching the blaze
My minions before me singing my praise
Now imagine your life; a fiery haze;
Infinite darkness; the end of our days.
Now a leader like me, shows no bit of mercy
Shall let no-one free, kill victims in glee
And in his wake, a burning sea, of lifeless bodies, just debris
I'd shoot them like a dog,
But where's the fun in that?
I'd much rather burn them like a log
or torture them like a rat
Some I like to skin alive
Just don't get me wrong,
I let some survive
Though it doesn't last too long
For inflicting pain is what keeps me alive.
People say I have no shame
I say society's to blame
It's just a lack of decency,
These people need a leader you see
All these citizens someone must tame
They want someone inspiring, a burning flame
And as I rose from the darkness heeding their call,
Their day finally came, and I ended it all.
Sitting, sitting, watching the blaze
My minions before me singing my praise
Now imagine your life; a fiery haze;
Infinite darkness; the end of our days.
- by pSyChO j0ker |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 06/24/2009 |
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Phoenixian Zenaku - 06/25/2009
- SERIOULY..... AWESOME!!!!!!! I would think the same way......
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- Heckova Biker Babe - 06/24/2009
- that was awesome in a kinda disturbed way
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