A descendant of the best serial mass murderers
How much chaotic brilliance and confidence can he possibly stomach?
If they try to take him prisoner he’s gonna go out gunnin’
If he comes outside of course he isn’t runnin’
He never shies away from his passion not subtle about cutting
Going out in the blaze of glory he said
He wouldn’t mind murking half of cops leave the cop dogs huntin’
They do this for the thrill into move millions
Cults around his world doing work for the devil
Pulling out and kill using their metal
True diligence the killer listened to the dark god
Nothing short of crazed genius and he became militant
He killed many and the crazed cults followed a sadistic instant hit
God returned through the clouds blinding him he saw the dark uprising
With a swift stroke of his hand he wipes them out
For the killer he strokes his index finger and struck a powerful bolt of lighting
Struck the killers flesh I bet the bolt plunged through his heart and he died
And for a time God stopped a dark uprising from Satan himself
Hopefully this is the end of killers but sadly this might have been only the beginning

Leland Wright

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