To kill or not to kill was never really my choice
For I was born a child of Satan
My mama breast fed me on her blood
Her abuse strengthened me as a man
My doctors quickly learned of evil
When at five I stabbed one with a knife
They soon learned what bad could be
When at ten I took my mother’s life
Jails and camps were their chosen cures
They tried to turn me into a lab rat
But I rebelled and escaped one day
Gaining my freedom with a baseball bat
At eighteen I was the prince of terror
I robbed and stole just for the fun
I ransacked over a hundred homes with glee
And I made the most wanted list by twenty-one
When stealing didn’t meet my needs
I turned to killing for money and hire
Without a conscience I murdered them all
I used guns but I preferred the violence of fire
The authorities tried to trap and catch me
But despite their technology, men, and power
They could not ever seem to get a fix or locate me
Or to keep me from my appointed hour
And so it was on one fateful day
When I had decided that death could not defeat me
That I encountered the cruelest twist of fate
While sailing on a cruise ship at sea
I had come to kill one of the VIPs
It was a job that I had requested with a grin
To take a vacation and get paid was great
After all it was something I had done again and again
But that ship hit an object in the water
Within minutes all passengers were wet and chilled
It was only then that I forgot the hatred in my heart
And could no longer remember the man to be killed
For it was that I heeded a cry for help
From the very man whose turn it was to die
I gave him my life vest as he had forgotten his
And sank into the ocean as I began to cry
Into the depths I plunged without a struggle
Knowing that at last goodness fed my soul
With my last breathe I prayed for forgiveness
Hoping that to heaven I might go
