I killed a man,
his blood was on my hands.
I lived for his death,
I squeezed out his last breath.
I wanted vengeance for my friend's cry,
nobody knew who made him die.
I don't regret that soul crushing day,
I never knew that I could act that way.
I knew a few things about his life,
like how he liked to cheat on his wife.
Taking advantage of a small child,
I couldn't stop the anger it drove me wild.
I watched his house one night,
he finally came into my sight.
I stalked him up the street,
he had no idea we would meet.
I exterminated that sick roach,
I am ever so glad I made him croak.
I can't say it was the first time I've taken a life, but this was one of the times I don't regret and never will regret. F*** those scumbags. The way I feel about child molesters and rapists is the same way I feel about termites and roaches, you call a terminator to take out the vile creatures and **** of the Earth. Sorry this falls a trifle away from my norm, but I felt a need to vent.