The Hunted

They say, a mans future, is predetermined,
and he is powerless to intervene
But does that explain, the missing bodies, the tortured souls?
Was it moral deviation from the Gods?

That crippled his soul?
Sowed the seeds, of festering anger, resentment
And tortured him with rage
Towards an unfeeling universe

Driven, by a need to vent
Hatred, hatred, hatred
Driven, by a need to inflict
Vengeance, vengeance, vengeance
As I take your life

Is this simply, your lust for power,
your sick perverted form of self-expression?
Driving, your tendency to murder, the innocent
For they are the victims
And it's outcome incidental to sadistic purpose

Pleading, you pray for your release,
haunted, by your private evil demons
Over, powered, again you lose the fight, killing
Yet another helpless victim
Always dreaming of your capture

Driven, by a need to vent
Hatred, hatred, hatred
Driven, by a need to inflict
Vengeance, vengeance, vengeance
As I take your life

Now, I await your capture, I, can, predict your punishment
Bullets, tearing, apart your body, firing squad, will end your life
Watching, your vile carcass, burning in the chair
Lethal injection killing, rejoicing in your death

Safety in the blackness of your antisocial mind
surrounded by injustice
As you plot another crime
Distorted warped reality you're running out of, time
I, will, own, your, soul
You, are, as good as dead!