A List Of Redemption.

Transfixed by the glare of your terror,

Turned on by the boom of your heart,

I savour your every last second,

As I observe your sad life fall apart.



The stench of the terror from your body,

Fuels my intention to act,

Your pitiful plea’s for forgiveness,

Are in comparison to a drowning black rat.



To think that I actually feared you,

Raises the bones upon my spine,

Now to see you crouching before me,

Gives me a feeling thats so sublime.



Who am I? You ask, well thats just perfect,

Considering the things that you did,

Did you ever think it would haunt you?

Did you think I would just stay as a kid?



We were placed in that home for protection,

From being hurt by the ones that we loved,

But you soon changed our safety perception,

With your foul breath and filthy stained gloves.



Stand up you cowardly scumbag!

Stand up so I can see in your eyes,

Your time for living has ended,

It’s your time to face all your lies.



This steel in my hand, is your salvation,

Way more than you actually deserve,

But to see the pain it’s inflicting,

Is a memory I will surely preserve.



Ah the feel of your flesh as it’s parting,

The warmth of your blood on my hands,

Your shocked gape of realisation,

Are all feelings that you’d understand?



For each plunge of this blade I have reason,

Each puncture it carves has true cause,

Good riddance you grimy old bastard,

Tell the devil there’s no need for applause.



Now who’s next on my list of redemption?

That will feel the wrath of my knife?

I think maybe the deaf and blind master?

Then I’ll move on to his sadistic fat wife.