Sometimes evil lurks and chaos has commenced
like some vulture claiming right to a dead carcass,
your heart of stone cold emerges, thoughts of your next victim
randomly chosen ,  a vicious game you play

Thriving from the disturbance of ones once calm state
like a sponge, absorption of wickedness gathers increasingly heavy
then dispersing a generous moment of anguish
one questions if ones happiness is your envy

A calmness in the atmosphere only subjects you to become agitated
you marvel in the thought of who your next target shall be
have you not crawled far enough to the end of that dark brown hole
misery must be afflicted , so you have chosen me.

I have witnessed this conduct, I have endured your abuse
and I believe ones fate is determined by ones actions
I hope to be present when you fall on your face
I shall smile with glee, for your demise
shall be my happy place.