The Exorcist
By The Untouchable One
The kid rises from his bed, with a sweaty forehead
He sits straight up, eyes faced dead ahead
Complete darkness engulfs him, as he sits in his bed-
His eyes glare a dark red, and he mumbles a message
Unable to be heard, and sounds somewhat unsure
The red eyes continue to stare,
And beside him appears n' elevated spinning chair
Lightning strikes allowing the window to give light
The rain pounds the ceiling, creating the only noise worth hearing
Thoughts cloud his mind, as if his soul is confined
Prepare the utilities, and wipe them out like a cold disease
Complete the task I commanded U to meet
They are planning Ur death as we speak, trust Ur instinct
They are the demons, kill them....
Kill Them.
The red eyes glare, and the child stands up and breaks his stare
Somewhat unaware, he listens to his clouded thoughts
And flocks towards a cabinet in the corner and reaches for the top
Grabbing a double bladed knife, that glares from the lightning strikes
Beside him lays his baby sister, the infant innocently whimpers
The child places the knife on a table, and approaches the cradle
He grabs her n' places her beside the knife as lightning produces more light
He grabs a cable wire from his side-
And begins to rap it around his sisters neck, so slow and shy
The baby girl gives a soft squeal and a cry
She stole Ur parent's attention, and their love
She turned them against you...now spill her blood
The demon must be parished and defeated
Now show her the way she should be treated...
Kill them.
The infant struggles for her life as the child grabs the knife
He places it on her neck and she gives one last cry as he begins to press
Screams echoe as it injects, and she instantly becomes a bloody wreck
The child rips into the flesh, cutting deeper until death comes into effect
Then he repeatedly jabs the blade into her chest
Blood spouting like a fountain-
A fountain so complex....
A fountain of death.
Be proud of Ur work, U gave her what she deserved
Let the anger burn...because now its Daddy's turn
Be strict and stern...so he shall learn
Burn his body so his flesh melts...and laugh to Ur Urself
They wont be able to defend....Kill Them...
Kill Them.
The child snaps his head to the side
And strokes his knife with his hand...so pale and white
His red eyes meet the stairs, a smirk crosses his face with a glare
The thoughts in his mind...continue to dare-
And its persuasion to despair ignites a flare
Of hatred unexposed yet truth in the youth
With a feeble mind, the child continues to stroke his knife-
Unable to fight the evil thoughts inside...he prepares to take another life
He approaches his father's bed and the man jumps in fright
Only to meet...a flesh wound to the neck from the knife
In shock the father slowly begins to drop
Until hitting the floor with a cry, and meeting a blade into his eye
With no remorse, the child devoirs his father's corpse
As the thoughts in his head become distort
U did my chores, so heinous and brutal of course
U were used to abuse a father and a youth
Ur a murderer...that is the truth
Im disgusted...and will take my leave before I puke
The child drops to his knees in an echoing scream
Behind him... the gruesome and horrific scene
The bodies continue to bleed with aggression
As the child screams and shouts in depression.
Blurred memories of him and his father's glee-
Appear in the form of a dream
No blood, yet complete with happieness n' love
Him and his father trade hugs and share a drink out of a mug
His father ruffles his hair, but nothing rough...a gentle touch
Then his sister slowly fades into the picture
Only soft talk and love between them...no violent mixture
The child, still on his knees, continues to weep
Blood covers his hands and feet, as he trembles in disbelief
He punches himself, and blood forms in his teeth
He punches him self again, and continues to repeat
Until he falls face first creating blood to splash and cover his shirt
U gave them what they deserved...
They couldn't defend...U killed them.
Killed Them.
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