Putrid Sack

Bastards, barons, butchers all.
I don’t want this mindless war.
Victims bodies line the streets.
Not how these times should be.
Forgotten stories of past atrocities.
Justification is not an excuse to breathe.
Lives are precious and unique.
End your madness, do it quick.

Putrid sack of aging skin.
Everything you touch is decaying.
Warped reality exists in your mind.
Before too long you’ll be deaf, dumb and blind.
Sad to say it won’t be enough.
For what you need is to snuff.
Pass away in agony writhing.
Too far gone to be worth reviving.

Bolt to the brain instead of the noose.
Either is to quick if we’re honest with you.
And I might sound violent and slightly unhinged.
Compared to you I’m the angel who sings.
After all your life has been sworn to pain.
To make matters worse you think its a game.
Sick twisted brain must reside in your head.
Hand a bullet and you’ll be hanging with the dead.

Putrid sack of aging skin.
Everything you touch is decaying.
Warped reality exists in your mind.
Before too long you’ll be deaf, dumb and blind.
Sad to say it won’t be enough.
For what you need is to snuff.
Pass away in agony writhing.
Too far gone to be worth reviving.

Payment is due.
Karma is coming for you.
Like it or not your end is now nigh.
Plead all you like but you’re going to die.

Justification and reason are excuses you give.
It matters little when your about to be shived.
Too quick of an ending but it’ll have to do.
See you in hell, no there’s a special place for you.
Cause all that you’ve done is birth contempt and pain.
That is why you’ll crash like all others insane.
I wish you real malice from now til the end of time.
President of torment, enjoying sentencing for your crimes.