Why is homicide illegal when some are just begging for it?
Why is it bad, when I could make it so painlessly quick?
When is enough enough for someone just like me?
When is it acceptable to become jaded and be still saintly?
Why is it a sin to cleanse the world of such nauseating scum?
Where do all of these wastes of flesh keep coming from?
Who decides who has earned the right to live?
When will all of my sane but thin walls finally give?
When will the assault on my senses overtake the keep?
Who can give me back the sanity I need to sleep?
When did I become this animal of death and hate?
Why is it wrong to spring the trap if the idiot takes the bait?
What’s the difference between pure right and pure wrong?
Why do the weak keep suffering at the hands of the stupid but strong?
How often have you met someone you KNOW needed to die?
Would you still tell yourself the truth, or evil sweet lies?
What can you tell someone who’s trying to keep you under?
What words do you use before you throw his life asunder?
Have you ever just wanted to choke the life out of someone?
Haven’t you ever, just for a moment, found that thought fun?
Why did these thoughts find their way into my head?
Why do I think of all the ways I could make someone dead?
Why think it when I would never ever hurt anyone through intention?
Why, if that’s true, is this such a sweet form of twisted demention?

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