Sin Filled Man

When anger, and hate consumes a man, He rages at the world and people there of. He fumes at the gods, And things he can't control. He wishes to destroy everything. Warped by pain, Demented in mind, He dreams of tidal waves of blood. The flood will drown everyone, And his smile widens. Ready to kill, His anger is released. Now its time for the kill. The knife is sharpened, And ready to go. He loades his gun as he walks out the door. The first death. He lusts for more, Craving for the blood to pour. While he wonders he slits a child's throat. Watching the blood drip from his knife. Hearing the drops splatter on the ground. The child's body lying prone, Throat soaked in blood. A pool rises. the beginning of the flood. The moment he dreamnt of is almost here. Anticipation of blood sweet on his lips. He shoots another person while walking down the street. While murdering his son, and wife, He cries the last of his humanity out. Now he is a creation of sin, All innocence has been purged from him. The world is dying, As the lake of blood widens. Soon the Gods shall fill his wrath. This he thinks as the bullet enters his chest. Finally he thinks the world has turned red. The cops around him do not see, But their Apocalyse, Ragnorok, and Armmageddon are here, Then he fades to the dark.