Are you sure I am not looking past you,
at some twisted little vision of a person tied down screaming from a painful deadly incision?
Am I laughing at these wicked thoughts?
My soul is dripping with sin. I have so much anger to give but where should I begin?
I thought we all had a "God" given gift
guess Im not human Im less unless hate is a gift in which that case I've been blessed
'Cause I hate alot of people but can't explain my thoughts.
And I am laughing as your body rots..........
