Bloodlust

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I desired to kill

I desired to destroy

All those who have tortured me so

With the suffering and pain

They never cared

Not even a single soul

They wouldn't be bothered

If I were to die in a hole

Forcing them to bid farewell

I pressed my blade to their throats

It was only then did they understand pain

Their deaths were slow and painful

I never felt an ounce of regret

I never felt anything at all

I continued on with my slaughtering ways

Never would come my downfall

Bloodlust is a terrifying thing

When you're opposing me

Because I will not hesitate to kill you

For causing me pain

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