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A tendency towards violence

Predisposed to kill

Madness threatening to uncloak

Truth can't be exposed

No remorse, no hesitation

Destroying all that stands in the way

Pushed on the rail of a train

Body trisected under the wheels

Cord rung around the neck

Twisting and turning

Squeezing the life out

While she writhes in pain

Violent deaths well-deserved

My mark branded into their flesh

A scar carved across their face

With an old-fashioned razor

Falling down the elevator shaft

Grabbing the cables, hands smoking

Flesh burning from the rapid descent

Body crushed down, inevitable death