The unsolved mystery.
Rushing and gushing evil blood, pumped through veins
It remains the same, even throughout perpetual change
The mortal reaper, is the seeker of carnage and remorse
Captivating urges to altering, gods’ configured course
Following the satanic quarrels, swallowing all morals
Wanting to be laurel, eardrums pop at sound of chorals
No regret, of what was upset, during this evil ritual
Adding abet, to the bloody cassette, was just habitual
Destruction of all good, eruption of a devil’ actions
Reduction of being “hood”, production of a sin faction
Stopping at nothing
….willing to kill
To become something
….still with chill
Farfetched a tale of consumption outstretched soul assumption
Etched in the history, death unknown, no known presumption
He swallows whole, the souls, of the honest and caring
The only goal, is to dull, the lives, of those who are daring
Never stopping to realize, the lives that are being crushed
Those devilish eyes, can never see the system being rushed
For only the characteristic, of the sadistic man has portrayed
The need, to succeed in the, bloody unveiling of his array
Knowing, that pain that he’s caused, but he never paused
While the process called at his cells that continued to gnaw
Organisms can change as do people.
The process had turned, from taking into, to giving out
For years he had yearned for that persistent deadly shout
The crunching at the back of his pupils, couldn’t be stood
The munching at his brain by Satan, wouldn’t be good
However, he has an excuse, a so medical condition
A terribly awful plague, of a strange killing ambition
Sneaking, and peeking, reeking of bloods’ stench
Leaking the need, to lynch his notorious clinch
To fit his bodies’ desires, he needs to always perform
Prolonging the retirement, of his “personal” reform
And so the condition is finally uncovered.
Always the tests, and conclusions had came to none
The condition is Metabolism, the killer has a high one
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