Either i take myself out,
or make them suffer.
i won't waste my life with one pout,
when i can do a good thing and cuff her.
all i want is for a few people to die,
is that so hard to ask for?
they will not rise or fly,
but merely fall to the floor forever more.
won't they just disappear?
for all eternity, from all existence?
and stop causing people all this despair.
won't they just die or get stuck at the top of a fence?
boy, i hope that fence is sharp,
so it would pierce through the heart.
all the angels would break their harp,
and stick a picture and play with darts.
running, running, people would fear for their lives,
but the chosen ones cannot hide.
some will die with knives,
the ones who simply cannot abide.
they will not ascend,
nor will they have peace.
their lives will be one to send
to the one know as the beast.
he will reign on in all lives,
he remains to condemn the damned,
into the dark, red sea they will dive,
into his best-known ultimate clan.
they cannot escape from his wrath,
they cannot leave their 'special' place.
there will be no socializing or baths,
they will suffer with torture from all sides of the glass case.
they will stay there forever,
and burn with heavy eyes on them.
they will fail in all their endeavors,
they are now marked, meant to be condemned.
