How Do You Explain Murder?
What dark evil powers,
has Satan held in secret,
in escrow, till when he feels
like feeding
And innocent souls
serve him as his fuel
When his disciples,
crazed and spellbound...
become his soul controlled tool
I have had my taste of murder,
It's touched my life
more than once,
It's burned dark scars,
inside my head,
Before my eyes...
I've seen the live...
turned into the dead
And this at a tender age,
impressive it well was
In a way so negative effecting,
this evil that one does
No way you can explain it,
At least not to me,
I've seen it,
Up close and personal,
A sight I hope you never see.
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