Surmise

You want blood for what you surmise
Wish I could say its a surprise
As blood spirals drown the drain
It starts all over again
With a fist to the throat
You just want someone to choke
A tongue like a knife
You twist it deep inside
Inflicting upon others your lies
Never willing to compromise
Too busy making rash judgement
Aiming to make pain abundant
You care little for the innocent
Condemned below your altar of sacrament
As you slice to the bone
Nothing but screams and a moan
Addiction to the violence
Convinced of your higher purpose
Psycho to the core
You command a new bloody war

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