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...As the last droplet falls to the earth

The claret contract henceforth completes

The lifeless lay dormant and drained

The silence like symphonies

Released from the binds of moral degree

I abandon all human emotion

To become an appendage of dread

There is no better hunting than the killing of man!

Write out the history and the chapters to close

with one fatal attack that spills sanguine to stone

and the inhuman death toll

committed by one

There's still murder within me

and work to be done

I elevate higher

With each life I take

The dried blood on my hands

a token to hold

To be one with the gods

of murder and death

To slither

In the shadows

With steel plunging deep

Nicked veins that lacerate

Seconds that tick towards your death

Infliction of terror

Cold blood profession of the sick

It all ends,

Plight descends

Witness my rise through this twilight prestige

To write out the history and chapters to close

with one fatal attack that spills sanguine to stone

and the inhuman death toll

committed by one

there's still murder within me

and work to be done

I elevate higher with each life I take

The dried blood on my hands, a token to hold

to be one with the gods of murder and death

To slither

In the Shadows

Arterial spatter conducted at my own behest

Showering remnants of woe

A grim oxytocin and endorphin flow

A Serenade of Slitting Throats

The Air

The lichen chill

Transpiring the imminent end

The Air

The fore-lorn kill

The Air

Brings about tragedy,

focused depravity

In that I facilitate, act to eliminate

A talent for homicide, murders to multiply

The turning point comes

Another life sentenced to die

Watch you die

The sewer rats hide amongst their fortressing walls,

with delusions of the elite

The laws of nature, The final hours

The agony of inevitability

And as you lay hopeless in my web,

To whatever gods you beseech

Know painfully you're just a trophy to me

My collection of the deceased