The Monster

When I was growing up
My dad trained me to not get caught
Even as a grown man
I practice what he taught

Calm as a windless field
No matter what stress I endure
It's a different kind of hobby
But taking a life is yours

The victims I take are deserving of
The fate they suffer at the mercy of my hands
I do not falter
I make precise plans

Everyday l work magic
Analyzing the blood someone else left behind
They don't realize
This is the last thing on my mind

I blend in with my surroundings
Putting on a convincing show
I may let people in on my secret
But then I kill those who know
Kill those who know

The victims I take are deserving of
The fate they suffer at the mercy of my hands
I do not falter
I always make precise plans

I take some blood from their cheek
Tell them what they did wrong
I show them pictures of their victims
Then I kill them before too long



Credits
Writer(s): Desert Flower
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