Sit back, now. Let me tell you a tale where justice does not prevail. About an ill-fated life, so very full of strife. Where two do not make a right.



So, when I was born I did surely scorn my proud parent's name. Then their lives went down the drain. Drove them insane. My birth was a curse. I bit the nurse. Oh, but, I love the worst.



I deserve to be slowly submersed. Dried out then layed in a hearse.



When I was two, I poured super-glue into my father's hair, as he sat unaware in his armchair. Much to his disamay, had to cut it all away. Oh, but, it felt great.



I deserve to be cut and filleted. Then tossed about in disarray. Until the pieces melt away.



I am not a bad man, even though I do bad things. Very bad things, such horrible things. But, it's not quite what it seems. Never what it seems. Not quite what I seem. Ah, hell. It's exactly what it seems.



When I was four, I'd wait by the door with a knife in my hand and a most devious plan. When the mail dropped through the slot, the sharp edge he got. Oh, but, I love the thought.



I deserve to be tied in a knot. Broken bones and blood clots.



When I was six I used to trick the next door neighbor's son. In the woods we would run. Hide and seek has a cost. He would be forever lost. Oh, but, I love to scoff.



I deserve to have my head lopped off. Hidden and covered in moss. Until this memory's forgot.



I am not a bad man, even though I do bad things. Very bad things, such horrible things. But, it's not quite what it seems. Never what it seems. Not quite what I seem. Ah, hell. It's exactly what it seems.



When I was eight, I used to hate the colour of my house. So, as quiet as a mouse, I burnt it down to the ground when noone was around. Oh, but, I love the sound.



I deserve to be quikly put down. Rotting six feet under ground.



Whe I was ten, I used to pretend to drown near the sea, 'till they'd come and rescue me. Then proceed to lugh in their face, such a disgrace. Oh, but, I love the taste.



I deserve to have my brains displaced all over the firplace. Until this life has been erased.




I am not a bad man, even though I do bad things. Very bad things, such horrible things. But, it's not quite what it seems. Never what it seems. Not quite what I seem. Ah, hell. It's exactly what it seems.



When I was twelve, I used to delve into evil schemes just to elicit screams. Boost my self-esteem. Pushed my sister down a well. She "just fell". Oh, but, I love to dwell.



I deserve to roast deep down in Hell. Where noone can hear me yell.



Whe I was fouteen... *sigh* Nothing much happened... Well. Heh heh. There was that one time!



Heh heh heh heh haaahhh... I am not a bad man, even though I do bad things. Very bad things, such horrible things. But, it's not quite what it seems. Never what it seems. Not quite what I seem. Ah, hell. It's exactly what it seems.



When I was sixteen, life was frightening. My brother was quite dull. So, with laughter in my skull, pushed him in a hole then buried him alive. He barely survived. Oh, but, I love the cries.



I deserve to be battered and fried in an electric chair that's set on high.



Now that I'm eighteen, I still hate things! From this padded cell I call my home. No friends, no phone, no life to call my own...



Here I will lie until the very day I die. Until my blood begins to dry and I return to the darkness from whence I came...



So....



I am not a bad man, even though I do bad things. Very bad things, such horrible things.



But, it's not quite what it seems... Never what it seems...



Ah, hell.... I'm exactly what I seem.....