The curtain falls, flickering lights light the ground and reveal the scene The life is a stage, with vertiginious heights and death is our final performance
****** requires perfection It requires the pure lack of feeling And what is life, what is satisfaction without the euphoria of killing
Everyone wears a mask I just chose to create my own And I will not stop and finish my task until your body will drop down
Im on the chase, wont reveal my face I will finally end your disgrace
The sound of my gun as proud as an eagles scream like a whisper of death and a promise of salvation leaves fear and terror wherever it speaks
The gunsmoke evaporates and this blossom of blood That the shot created on the ground this never ending beautiful flood And the wonderful aspect of the silenced sound
Killing is art And madness is just inspiration
Im not a psychopath. Sometimes poetry requires a certain cruelty. This is just for entertaining purposes.