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Madness overwhelming Excruciating pain My brain aches for release I will suffer until I kill Weapons have been gathered Now I seek my prey Senses heightened as I stalk Distorted means of pleasure Taking human life Uncontrolled obsession Murder is my vice Aberrant compulsions Kill for peace of mind My consuming passion Murderous appetite Ferociously attacking Stabbing all I see Blood is spraying on my face Hands are punctured in defense Brutally dismembered Parts are growing cold A natural high achieved by death Perverted and twisted Bizarre thoughts are my norm It is my nature to murder If I stop I know I will die