Mercilessly killing,

Basking in all the blood and gore.

Brining pleasure to my soul.

I know no bounds to my ruthlessness;

Killing only for myself.

Stalking my prey,

Then coming upon them in a storm.

Savoring their blood to my very core.

After my thirst is quenched,

Ripping their lifeless body to shreds 'til nothing is left.

This is my purpose,

To my endless life.

Created to be a mauling machine.

I strive for this.

People quake in my immortal power.

Fearing me with every fiber of their being.

Only those who have the gall to confront me,

Earn my respect and their own stupidity.

Despising the weak,

For their only defense is trembling.

War is my drug.

My one weakness that also gives me my strength.

To stay a part of these massacres,

Would be my only wish in life.

As long as I live,

There WILL be bloodshed.