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I loathe the life you breathe

I abhor your feeble attempts to create

I'm sicked by your impatent effort to convers

I'm repulsed by your very existence

I revel in the longing for your funeral

Your demise is not some distant dream

It is a fundamental necessity

An irresistable compulsation driven forth

By what I see as retaliation

I revel in the longing for your funeral

What may you perish I do not care

In any case I will do my work in splendid ways

I will never stray from my chosen path

I am in command and I know I am right

I revel in the longing for your funeral

Your life in my hands - My life in my hands

A process well thought through

An act not of mindless frenzy

But of pure contemplation

I revel in the longing for your funeral

Criminally insane I hear they say

What's so insane about bringing an end

To a life that is arledy dead...?

I revel in your funeral