They enjoy!
Watching the weak become weaker
Tormentors of the fragile heart
Those demon infested
Sick human beings!
It's pleasure for them
The pain they give
To them that it's given
Their blood thirsty eyes
Feast upon
Their defeated prey
As it lies lifeless
And bloody upon the
Frozen ground!
They ask mercy
For their cold acts of violence
But still continue their rampage
No remorse for the vicious attacks!
They refuse to acknowledge
The responsibility
That they should accept!
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