snide and cynicle,
you're greedy as a snobbish child.
You already have millions of lives under your belt,
but, you're not satisfied.
you want more
the thought of ruining lives gives you a high.
The hate is your ecstasy.
The blood must fill your void
to the disconnection to this world.
You blow a kiss of ash into the faces of those in the trenches,
Blinding them of the reality that is to come.
The thought of a peace treaty makes you wail and gnash your teeth-
wishing you could burn it in the fiery pits of hell.
To make yourself feel better you set up a high jacking
Basking in the warmth of burning jet fuel,
you hum softly at the echoing screams
The second you realize you are loosing
you hide in the darkness-
awaiting your work to resurface.
As you know it always will
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