Abysmal Asylum (Into the Mind of a Murderer)

Skeletons hovering above your head,
uttering angry obscenities.
Jack-o-lanterns circulating around the room,
 reveling in this horrid festivity of torturing you unrelentingly.
These approaching hungry zombies are listening to your bloodcurdling screams.
 To them it is the most glorious euphony of the living dead's wildest dreams.

 While maniacally chortling,
they are toying with your guilt and shame, 
resurfacing vivid memories of these days when you assassinate people for money and fame,
the many people you entrap in your death games.
Anxiety churning in the abdominal muscles,
fear paralyzing the bones,
your nostrils taking in the odor of sulfur and brimstone.
Making you recoil,
 making you howl,
 making you moan as you are agonizing and convulsing with the greatest fierceness that anyone could ever know.
To the ghoulish jurors, the harassers and the grim reaper's jurisprudence,
 you have no alibi, you have lost your defense, by their power you will die.
Hope is evaporating into the ozone as they speak their tirades of vengeful tones.
The room is whirling into a violent cyclone.
 There is no way out, nowhere for you to go.

You are left here with them!!!
You are left here to outpour your blood alone!!!!
How will you ever be forgiven
after all that you have done wrong????
Be ready to sing your final song!!!

Remember change,
remember repentance,
Forget not the sorrowfulness of your playmates,
Forget not the sons and daughters your blew to smithereens,
Forget not all of those husbands and wives isolated in lonesomeness.
Turn from your wretched ways of wickedness to be saved.

Tell me, where was I when you were plotting to kill me?
Where was I when you were spying on me from the skyscrapers up above?
See the sickness in your murderous schemes.
See this creativity that is so diabolically arcane.
Do you feel sensation of appalling and unremitting pain?
I don't understand, so let me see,
how do you commit such cleverly organized crime,
these systematically synchronized events of violence you devise?
Sitting in silence, 
carefully coordinating your assets in this conspiracy you contrive to libidinously lure in your prey before they are fully victimized?
Do I have to be a homicidal sinner to understand why?
Do you still want to take my life? Do you still want to take my life?

Remember change,
remember repentance,
Forget not the sorrowfulness of your playmates,
Forget not the sons and daughters you blew to smithereens,
Forget not all of those husbands and wives isolated in lonesomeness.
Turn from your wretched ways of wickedness to be saved.

It is still not too late....

 An intervention against your psychological pathogen of addiction to destruction.
A rehabilitation for the innocents of abduction. A termination of recurring incidents of your molestation.  
I want to see your corporate association and their ritualism be brought under subversion.
I want to see it ALL! I want to watch your buildings FALL! I want to see all that is inhumane to beg for mercy as it CRAWLS!
I wish to tear it apart with my teeth and see the wound as it festers and BLEEDS !
I wish to dig up the bad seeds, dig up the worms and mega-centipedes.
I want to find the alpha breed, and extirpate every one of the homogenous families
I want to  learn where the monster feeds,
so that I can kill him when he is  not LOOKING ! ! !

I want to end it all before it begins.
I want to end it all before it begins.
Stopping it before it sprouts and rears its ugly head.

But as for the one still alive, standing before the judge with one final chance....

Remember change,
remember repentance,
forget not the sorrowfulness of your playmates,
forget not the sons and daughters you blew to smithereens,
forget not the husbands and wives isolated in lonesomeness.
Turn from your wretched ways of wickedness to be saved......

before you reach your end.......