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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] hard and fast
Splitting the skull in two
She fell instantly
The blood spewed
From where her head used to be
I then [bad word] 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
pile of flesh now lies before me

Unrelenting need to fulfill my lust for death
I must purge the world of its filth

Disorder scars my mind
With killing fascination
My tasks are far from done
Everything must die