My Cold Heart Poem by jim little

You can never feel what I feel see things the way I see them this world Is full of liars adulterers an sinners false witness it makes me sick but On the inside I'm no different people often say I'm a good person I'm I Can I except such a good thing no I cant their for I will not my entire life Has been but a lie I'm sick twisted full of hate for everyone around Me I Love no one I hate the word like I hate mankind they will all be judge by Me not by God I will spare no one every body is guilty their are no Exceptions everyone will die by my cold bare hands taking away Everything they have an leaving them with nothing they are nothing Nothing to me do you understand I'm the one who will put a end to it all One by one they shall be decapitated by my blade of hate when its time I will rise like Leviathan from the ocean and cleanse the earth with the Blood of all mankind I'm a sick disturbed kind of person filled with Venom and a taste for blood I shall watch them burn and dance in their Ashes their screams are like music to my ears with my blade I will rip Apart the flesh of the innocent no more will their be happiness no more Will their be hope I will replace faith and their will only be hate the hate That I half for them and I will be left with nothing more then the sound of A beating cold heart my cold heart