Your cruel evil ways.
They look down on so many.
They follow you like puppets on strings.
I’m here to cut those strings.
I’m here to feed you with your own words.
Tie you up with clear strings.
Make you dance in ways that you did to thousands.
And talk to you like you did to thousands.
Your hands are up high on strings.
So you can not bring them down to clamp around ones neck.
Your twisted idea’s send one mad.
And yet you laugh.
At ones mind that is still sane.
You rain hot blood red pain all over the place where ever you walk.
You spit poison in ones eye when ever you talk.
You send bombs of destruction by the way you act.
You kill and stab peace until it has no blood to bleed.
You and your criminal mind.
They walk down the street with bloody foot prints behind.
Your look is as painful as being shot in the face.
Your touch is like ice.
Your feelings that you give out are like being handed heavy stone.
Your love for another is like being slapped around the face.
But that will soon be all over…