Your eyes roll,
As I tell you what I did.
For you there just is no time,
Cause my troubles you will never be rid.
Your breathing quickens,
As I show you what I’ve done.
To the world you’re just an ant,
Because of all the death I can shun.
You start to cry,
As I tell you what I will do.
Kill your family and friends,
No light at the end of the tunnel for you.
Your body collapses,
As you see what I'm capable of.
Death and destruction,
My version of the Bible will have no doves.
Your heart stops,
As your breathing lessons.
You can’t take the loss,
Of my last killing session.
Sincerely,
Me.
Author notes
Fucking father....
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