How can this man be any good
what do they find in his eyes to be of any use
when all he does is find new ways to destroy everything
things around him die, fingers pumping venom
anytime soon now...anywhere between now and when his timer goes off
things break in his hands, time rushes quickly
so does adrenaline, burning holes in the midnight sky with a steel cigar
the ashes of the things he´s charred , born from a cauldron full of gunpowder, a sneeze could mean certain death for a city block and all for what?
on behalf of some kind of peace of mind that no one´s heard of?
he just grins wide, showing the fangs which kindly murder, soul´s become a slop of C4
A lifetime joke, trust and you´ll be backstabbed, did you like the punchline?
are you laughing now that the clown turned out to be your boogieman?
he´s gonna steal the stars from the sky, spilt the earth open and take a dive in the lava probably convincing us to jump in there too...¨it won´t kill you...it´s just a bit hot down here¨
for heaven´s sake...won´t someone put this monster away?
despised for being himself, razorwire thoughts and a halo to die upon
saints make the best sinners , villains are today´s heroes...better teach your kids to be the bad guy...its the only way they ll ever get layed without being taken for a fool
a love for evil things will claim our souls...only that he doesn´t act it out...he was born into it
he lives it...he´s become...far too deep into it
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