Massmurderer
I arise straight from hell
Soul as black as the pits where I dwell
As my hand delivers a cherished gift
No one shall survive
Overrated are your pitiful lives
Just a mockery of a genuine life
Oh so grateful you ought to be
As I free you from your misery
Feel the light — The purifying light
It shall cleanse you all — From surface to soul
What a beautiful way
To vaporize and fade away
Surely you must blame it on me
Yet all your life dead you have been
I am the judge
The jury
I am the executioner
Die!
All hope lost
Death draws near
You will die
The massmurderer
How honored I am
To witness this end
Even my black heart weeps
So beautiful is this death so deep