How many souls do you plan to torture before you reach your outdated demise?
I hope you don't drag in too many babies before we all run out of time.
But what has life ever meant to you?
You take what's not yours, and leave everything misconstrued in deafening daft and bloody hues.
So why feel sorry for yourself when all you do is feed on the weak?
I hope my time comes soon because you make life so horrendous and bleak.
You prey on the pure, and mislead those who may have innocence.
You turn things around, so it's what you want in the cards.
You're a pompously entitled and daft waste of flesh.
I can't stand the sight of you, you're just a disgusting deepening sore.
Call it what you may, but your existence sickens me.
Everything that you stole, only made you last another day.
But with your twisted mind and heart, I wish you'll soon depart.
Because with people like you, it's your lives that should fall apart, and never remain to ever restart.