Back in the day
A man walked the streets
with the mind of a murderer
a bag full of treats
his head was refined
his eyes dark in death
his heart made of ice
wreaking of tradgedy,
worse than MacBeth.
his hands soaked in blood
as if he'd parted the Red Sea.
The man who told Adam
"take that apple from the tree,
who cares what the consiquence might be."
the man who told Chuing-Hu So
"Massacre those students, for society's prudent,
they don't care about you. Do what must be done,
and God will welcome you through."
But God told him soon there after the gates are closed
The man made him point the gun at himself and extinguished his woes.
This man speaks in tongues
with lies he envisioned
They call him an Urban Legend
but in truth he's non-fiction
through perfect precision he makes deadly incisions.
Rotting your mind from inside to out
he walks about in a cloaked disguise
he could be someone close to you, bidding his time.
Perhaps he's the very Emcee writing this rhyme.
So when you're alone on the street
hands in your pockets, watching your feet,
remember this man
who knows your destiny is death
for the moments before your silent scream
may be your last breath.