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...