I don't know
How many men you've killed
But it has been a few
If you've been me
But everytime I kill a man
To insure I'm right
And not hot blodded before I kill
I always count to three
Demons
Eyes like stone
Solitary and withdrawn
Emotionless, only hostility
Deranged laughter
Glee at every plunding failure
Shrieking
At uneasiness,
Discomposure
At tremors of dread and doubt
Seduces
Clouds coat the sinister gloom
No way out
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