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FUCK ME!

Sometimes you just need to purge.
Sometimes you just get this urge.

I'm going out with just one thing planned.
I've got to find me a one night stand.

Some little quickie to use and chuck
Because sometimes you just need to FUCK!

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Twisted Mind

My soul's urge is heavy, it must weigh a ton.
I need to go out now and search for The One.

I begin questing, there's no need to go far.
Just round the corner, there's a back-alley bar.

I won't be hasty and I won't be quick.
But wait! There you are, The One that I pick.

I approach and I ask, "Can I buy you a drink?"
And you shyly say, "Thanks," as I watch the pill sink.

When we leave the bar we go back to my place.
We walk through the door and my heart starts to race.

The moment has come, you must pay for your sins.
I lean close and whisper, "Now it begins."

I hope that your death is slow, hard and painful.
I want it on tape, I want every angle.

Twist, writhe, suffer, DIE!

I want to trace out every nerve in your body with fire, such is my desire.
Fuck you! I will dedicate your life to agony, what's left of it.

Get your toll ready, time to settle the score.
There rows the boatman coming up to the shore.

Not yet, bitch! You must suffer each one of my lashes.
I'll burn your body like trash and then piss on the ashes.

With my hand round your throat, I start to squeeze.
You can't make a sound, but you mouth the word, "Please."

I must take it more slowly or I'm going to lose it.
My rage is like power, and I'm about to abuse it.

Crucify you? That idea is the boss.
But wait! You're not worth being nailed to the cross.

My knuckles are raw from beating you down to the ground.
This is payment for you debt in flesh, pound for pound.

How does it feel, this battle you are losing?
I know how I feel, it's fucking amusing.

You can see it in my eyes, you can see what I'm after.
I can't tell which is louder, your screams or my laughter.

Now, in your last moments, you let out a cry.
Your still living body dissolving in lye.

As a favor to you, I put a stop to your strife.
And at the edge of my knife, I terminate your life.

Now, hour's later, as I come off of my high,
I dream about the next One and let out a sigh.


(A fictional first-person view from the killer's eyes.
Inspired by an interest in criminal psychology)

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