My Last Confession

I ponder lifes ending descending back towards the bottom
Some people hit
I live in it's crevices often
That's why a peaceful coffin greets me noddin
I wake up tossin turmoil blossoms
Violence softens these voices talkin
Nightly stalkin always a weapon I'm rockin
Like a lumberjack loggin with a mind that's rotten
First the legs I'm sawin then your head I'm choppin
Your arms I lost 'em in the carnage I'm causin
I'm Jack the Ripper, the Irish Hitler, the Boston Neck Gripper
Mr. throw your torso through the wood chipper The Machette Gripper
Dr. Flesh Splitter
The violence comes quicker blood dripper
Writer of the Unholy Scripture
I'm The Last Man Stabbing grabbing your throat
I choke
'Till your windpipe is broke
'Till fingers puncture your flesh
'Till all the blood has been soaked,
'Till there is no life left and you're left lifeless
'Till you decompose rotting, dead
Then I suppose I'll let go
My aggression grows explosive I know
I devote passiontly to brutality my attention is a twisted obsession I mold
I'm the devils extension
Like it's machine I'm wrenchin on this being that's destined
To unleash his vengence with his team of henchmen
This is my last confession