When you look at me
What do you see?
Do you see the true me?
Or the me i let you see?
For deep down inside
There is a different me
One that wants to be free
Maybe just a small killing spree
Would set me free
A small slaughter
For satan’s daughter
A misshapen vision
Created with precision
A twisted mission
With human ambition.
JF
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