With every breath that escapes your lips
Another soul collapses to its knees in shock
With every touch you attempt to place upon purity
Leaves the tears that fall to freeze into loveless icicles
In the wake of your presence Mother Nature asks for peace
Roses beg abundantly for forgiveness in gentle tones of suffering
Though being the criminal you are you don't possess a heart
And if you do it remains covered in shadows of narcissism
It must get extremely lonely living in vain memory of your existence
Without hesitation you impose your chokehold of tasteless agony
Around the delicate throats of the angels that attempt to help you
A cold, grim grin spreads across the surface of your wounded cheeks
Entertained by witnessing humans be stripped bare
Their bodies serving as the canvas to your steel blade
In the air you wave your hands just like a magician
Sliding the blade back and forth across their skins
Carving death upon their foreheads
The echo of your laughter being the pistol
That pierces their skulls with fierce pressure
As they drop dead with cowering fear
Fuming from their lifeless corpses
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