The Exucutioner

Vacant eyes in the shadows
The executioner bows
A masterpiece of art he made
A dead soul that will soon fade

His heart becomes more callous from each kill
The art of death always brings him a thrill
Red rum trickles down from the bottle of delight
Onto the body which completes the slaughter tonight

He chuckles at the mourns the family would bring
People only miss their love ones until the telephone rings
"Sir your brother was assassinated in the alley tonight"
It`s comical to watch their faces with shock in the moonlight

He is the executioner with a malicious soul
Neglect made him merciless to the core

Maybe one day he could be noble again
But that promise will only be in vain

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