Is our friend a sadist
Or did he grow with no home?
Does he have no regrets
In his Lackluster dome?
Of selfish indulgence
This man we will see,
Addicted to blood;
A gory disease.
No pains of nostalgia
Will run through his mind,
For thoughts of his father
Bring hate to his crime,
Are his kills for himself
To ease his bruised heart?
Or is his father to blame
For this psychopath's art?

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