After spinning his wheel of chaos
Mr. Mayhem wreaks destruction and despair
He undermines societies foundations
Until worse is worse to compare
He sneaks around in the shadows
Flicking away at the sacred tap
He takes the happiness
Leaving nothing but deep agonizing wraps
He causes his victims to struggle
Cursing the ground he used to trod
Filling the air with rumble of misery
Mr. Mayhem is connected to God
Inflicting pain without intention
He often fails to think of consequence
He continues along, unperturbed
Mr. Mayhem bears no repentance
Mr. Mayhem lives among the stars
In the sky away, so far
Not of this world, his chaotic soul
Makes the ignorant stagger and fall
He brings calamity and woe to fraudulent prophets
A terror that cannot be forswore
With his smirk and his razor blade smile
His terror crafts a timeless file
Mr. Mayhem bathes in chaos and hate,
He's a tempest, a storm, a rampage we can't sate
Though for a moment satisfaction we can find
In our moment of triumph, he rejoices, his laugh deafening and wild
Mr. Mayhem, a villainous man
Goals define what he plans
He scoffs at the laws that the state sets
To commit dastardly deeds, no regrets
Creating chaos is what he loves
From heroes he plots and shoves
His dark side is a brilliant one
The world in a mess before day is done
His schemes a well-oiled machine
Sending goons and fiends 'round the screen
Though heroes try to best his way
To succeed, they must uncover his play
Though he often finds a way to win
His true frenemies-his loyal kin
Can never quite decide if his heart is cold
Good or bad? To them it's still untold
Mr. Mayhem will never be deterred
His ambition never blurred
Whether death, despair, or all of the above
In the end your fate's decided by Mr. Mayhem
Mr. Mayhem comes around
To stir up mischief and scowl
He loves when chaos surrounds
No peace allowed in his town
He's always looking for trouble
Creating a ruckus in town
He's found the perfect rubble
A place to wreak some havoc down
Mr. Mayhem can't be stopped now
He's created his own domain
And everything's gone astray
In his wicked and twisted game
All the people look on in fear
At the mayhem he's caused
Lost in mayhem's reign of terror
Never able to pause
May All Your Haters Embody Me.
- Mayhem
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Mr. Mayhem and the Prolific Dreamers
PoesíaMayhem makes his debut to introduce you to his poetry. This features some new friends of his in addition to his side of the story.
