Utter hatred
An old-time hatred:
Of this hatred
We are kin
Because some people are only good for bullets

Let's talk about your future:
Simply stated, you don't have one;
Let it all end without sweetness
Without the thoughtfulness of suicide

It's time to remove you from the world:
30 Seconds in the killhouse aught to do (it);
(Your) nudity offends me - blood is better
Complete with holes from an mg42

The trick is in the brutality:
It's all in how hard you play
(But) I'm looking forward to a quiet hanging
At the end of a long, long day
And then falling asleep
To the soft drip of a slit throat

The angel of conscience
Has been displaced
By butchery's muse
Who is fairest of face...
Don't you wish I were sorry?
I love how your eyes abhor me

Let us indulge the art of wrath,
(Let us) obey the laws of excess