An ocean of crimson, unknown bodies
An ocean of those who are lost
Many mysteries that only he would know
The killer speaks with no remorse
Murderer put them to their worthy end
An everlasting slumber to never wake from
An eternal sleep of their lifeless bodies
The start to the anguish of their futile souls
He is far more wise than them all
He takes grasp of his existence and tries to make something of it
But it is those who do not take the same clasp, which holds him back
Reality is no weakness, and can not make a stand
Life is surreal for his matter and is his strength
For those who do not take grasp to their own existence, he will annihilate
He thinks for those who do not
They do not deserve their place
Only he sees this,
The great murderer of them all
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