Misanthrope

I sure enjoy the job of the Reaper,
‘cause it’s all become bullshit.
The humanity, morality, and charity.
The Hype – The Deception – The Game.
The meandering flock so bloodthirsty
for vengeance and glory without meaning.
You don’t long for the green meadows of Eden,
You need the pitiable horror of Hell.
You hunger for Hatred, Anger and Death.
You want frustrated violent insanity.

Would that you live long enough
to see the Earth crack open
like a sewer grate
and come guzzle all their blood down.
If all were to perish,
would that you survive them enough
to witness their repentant,
groveling faces and vain pleas
before the apocalyptic fate they have chosen.
This should have been avoided, and may yet,
but they deserve the destiny they created
and deserve a greater wicked end still.
And as they pull you down with them,
I’ll be smiling for their hatred
and I’ll be laughing at their defeat,
because this is what they wanted.
And were it not for my conscience,
I would gladly give it all to them.