You are trapped in your feelings.
Your motto - "World is for me!"
You make thousands of killings,
Thinking that way you'll be free.
However, each time you sure that
Nothing will help you at all,
Every day you become more mad
And fall into foolhardy hole.
Better than smell of the vengeance
Only the fragrance of blood.
God will never accept your repentance,
All the time that you hear your heart thud.
You just a merciless killer.
Your victims are random and fleeting.
Your passion - pleasure and siller.
Your happiness - only a cheating.
Murderer
© Copyright: Мария Хоменко 1, 2012
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