For you, a tale of haunted rhymes
But first, a bygone truth--
The source of Satan all begins
Within both me and you.
It's now I must confess my sin
Though please do understand
Demons often trick the minds
Of those at their command.
I chose two boys that I abhorred
Filling them both with fear
Their weakened pleas to stay alive
Refused to reach my ears.
(Their father terrorized me in my youth
At times I'd often bleed.
I swore I'd rectify my wounds
With violent wrathful deeds.)
"Destroy them now" a voice enticed
Within my morbid mind
Revenge is pure when steeped in blood
And nothing's left behind.
Thrashing about like captured fish
I drowned the two in gore
I'm sure they gurgled once or twice
As both their throats were torn.
My madness and tyrannical spell
Was all at once displayed.
The omnipotent strength I sought
Dripped slowly from my blade.
The vision of their lifeless forms
Confirmed I was deranged
Designs they may have had in life
Would never be arranged.
I stowed away their dead remains
But where I can't recall
I fled on foot without a sound
Through tall trees by a wall.
But soon I started feeling grim
Detecting Satan's game
Those vile thoughts I held before
Were now a source of shame.
I felt detached from all I'd done
And all that was before
Knowing my former evil self
Would reappear no more.
Within my mind, the truth was blind
Deceiving spirits in me
Placing illusions in my eyes
That couldn't or wouldn't see.
My ethics shattered like broken glass
I knew now I'd never win
Resigning any judgment left
To schizophrenic sin.
A devil's spell or dark mirage?
The phantom is still unknown,
But God in heaven, worse yet still,
The two dead boys were my own!