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Molding a death-machine

Inculcating an abhorrence of life

The language of violence, so pure and clean

The bleeding edge of existential strife

In a world lit only by fire

Defined solely by contours of pain

Praises of death sung ever higher

Madness begins to sound sane

Undertaking the overkilled

Sustained by the blood that they've spilled

The mass grave yawns as it's overfilled

Undertaking the overkilled

A thin line between reason and violence

Between derangement and sanity

In cold blood, it festers in silence

Internecine misanthropy

These violent fantasies, encroaching by degrees

Thoughts start to metastasize, carnage soon realized

A conscience benumbed

A spirit deafened and dumb

Thoughts marching in time with the thrum

Of the danse macabre your life has become

Undertaking the overkilled

Sustained by the blood that they've spilled

The mass grave yawns as it's overfilled

Undertaking the overkilled

Thirsting for slaughter

A ravening hunger for claret and gore

Smelling blood in the water

And desperately demanding more

Phrenetic and rabid

Decorum and empathy long since forgotten

Your addiction so avid

Unable to smell that it's you who've gone rotten

Undertaking the overkilled

Sustained by the blood that they've spilled

The mass grave yawns as it's overfilled

Undertaking the overkilled

The overkilled