there once was a mystic
known worldwide
who delighted in the blood and pain
and suffering brought mirth to his eyes

heartbreak gave him searing excitement
stress gave him nothing but smiles
he'd rather watch an be rortured by an iron maiden
than watch someone smile for a moment

yes he was sickening, deplorable even
but yet he resides in everyone breathin
wait... what? There's a twisted mystic in all of us,
yes, he lives and breathes in all beings

he arises when the lust for revenge overcomes our common sense