I have no soul

I have no soul

Wrath in my hand

Greed in my speech

Lust in my eyes

Envy in my mind

Gluttoney in my stomach

Sloth cast out

Pride in my stride

 

I have a gluttoney for blood

I have a greed for death

I lust for screams

I envy death

I sloth with emotions

I lash out wrath in my path

I uphold my pride above and beyond

 

So.

The seven deadly sins.

Aren’t they beautiful?

Don’t they seem heavenly?

 

I want my name to be among them .

People to appraise me

The 7 sins as my sisters,

I as their brother

 

 

My name.

My name used to brand people like me.

Special people

The ones chosen.

Chosen ones

 

How beautiful the world would be

Basked in the color of blood

Screams and terror filling up the streats

Gore spilling about like a fragrant perfume

Blood filling the mouths of many

Pain searing against people’s backs

What a wonderful land that would be!

 

Dancing.

Dancing in the rain.

Rain of blood, gore, body fluids.

Laughing.

Laughing at the sene.

My laughter filling up children’s ears.

Children crying red, and vomiting blood.

 

In the dark

I will come

But that doesn’t matter

I come and go as I please!

If I feel like it, I wil shoot

Or maybe cut?

Or perhaps should I tie you down

And leave the train to do my deed?

 

So many possiblitities

So little time

So many unwilling

The hunt spuring my glee

 

Red is a beautiful color.

After a bit, it turns brown.

The stains on my shoes never turn brown.

 

You want to know how?

Easy.

Just keep killing,

Just keep killing.

Just keep killing!

 

Laughing, laughing.

Today’s going to be a wonderful day.

 

 

 

 

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[registeredisaster]

gory to say the least. but i hav to admit i have once thought about murder. its strange, almost trance-like, to know that someones life is in your hands and how easy it is to break it. you don't nessesarily want to harm the life but you can't stop the thoughts fromm coming.... nice wwrite c.