Raging

Mentally struct and spiritually fatigued

Ready for a bloody act

Murdered through reality

That first bound my hate

In some nights it ripens

The plan to kill you all

The demand becomes ever growing

At the end the day itself dreams

No words of threat

Did you hear from me

Not a word of warning

I could not grant this grace

For a few dark minutes

I am the angel of death

The last minutes of my life

I am god above murder and blood

Cold swear and blank stares

As you see the work of the gun

Distress, panic irritation

In the moment of fear

Can you see my grin

And feel my satisfaction

As the bullet lacerates your skin

The moment of my release

Not a word of humility

Could hinder your face

Your words are screams

That won't move me

For a few dark minutes

I was the angel of death

The last minutes of my life

I was god above murder and blood

...how many people I killed

It can never be enough

And you dream now,

Till you some day feel

The time has come...