Psychotic Delusion
The Glitter and glint of blood on blade
The horror and pain my slicing made
I stand in the shadows, then I make my move
My darkness of soul has a point to prove
The hapless victim, a passer by
Their innocence a simple lie
Knees buckle, the blood drains away
Their weakness inside allows me to play.
I see their souls as I peer deep inside
I see their darkness, it cannot hide
Innocent? No, they’re tainted deep down
I send them to hell, in satan’s pit they’ll drown
They say i’m mad. They say i’m insane
They don’t understand my actions are plain
I cleanse the streets as I see their despair.
Their demons inside, I see them laid bare.
The blade that I carry is a weapon held true
I cut them so deep, I plunge it straight through.
I am NOT mad, I’m as sane as can be.
These fools, they no nothing. They should be thanking me.
I’m evil they say, I kill without thought?
But, alas it’s untrue. My lesson is taught.
The devil appears, he shows whom he taints.
I am God’s warrior. I am Heaven’s Saint.
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