My fault?
Sentenced to death?
No forgiveness?
I guess that's what they decided.
Murderer?
Criminal?
Psycho?
I guess that's what they call me.
But is it my fault that a voice inside tells me,
"Kill them."
The bloodlust I feel isn't my fault.
No, no, I'm innocent.
They deserved it, they did!
They were so happy, so joyous.
I couldn't help it. I hated them.
I wanted to destroy it, their perfect harmony.
I'm not a monster,
it's only human.
Have you never wanted another to suffer?
I just have the courage to take action.
I'm not a madman,
I am a hero.
Why do you hate me?
You should be dead.
You're killing me, isn't that "inhumane"?
Too late.
You'll never understand.
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Poetry of Death
Poetry"You kept saying that you would never die, that you would live forever. But here you are, and here I am. Isn't it funny? I'm here to take your soul. Did I mention, I love my job? Oh right! I never told you. I'm the reaper who will reap your life." B...
