Elliott Paul Woolhouse
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“I am the Executioner,
I am paid to kill,
I am the legal serial killer,
I am the one with the axe,
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Why don’t you shut up?
You already said sup,
You don’t need to carry on,
Shut up now or you’ll be gone.
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What is the point?
In living this lie?
What is the point?
Why are we alive?
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Sleeping, But awake,
This I can not fake,
The things that I see,
They are haunting me.
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I see in this dream,
I hear you scream,
They tear you apart,
Attacking your heart,
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Shrapnel ripping me apart,
Shots being fired at my heart,
Time it doesn’t fly?
I JUST WANT TO DIE!
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I walk along this city street,
The loud sound of feet,
Why can’t anyone see?
Why aren’t they talking to me?
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My heart aches for you,
My heart bleeds for you,
I need you here now,
I need you here now.
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I rip you, I shred you,
I tear you from life,
I am the evil man,
To me you are the dead,
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The Grim Reaper, The symbol of death,
His scythe will kill, In one swift slash,
He’ll kill you, And take you to the other side,
He’s an omen, The Grim Reaper Death! ! !
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Yelling and preaching,
Religion your teaching,
Evangelist,
Add to your list.
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Elliott Paul Woolhouse Biography
I am 15 year old male and I write poems for my bands of which i sing for. The songs are sometimes hard to comprehend by my friends, cause they don't quite understand the concepts behind them, and sometimes miss the point completely, unless its really obvious like Metallic Heart, however this does not effect me as it is not them who has to interpret them but it is I. any way i hope that you enjoy my poems/lyrics whats the real difference i don't no you tell me? all comments welcome i like feedback fom people who know what their talking about not just bumbling idiots. Also im a black belt in seido karate...)
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The Executioner
“I am the Executioner,
I am paid to kill,
I am the legal serial killer,
I am the one with the axe,
I am the one to bring it crashing down upon your neck,
I am your worst nightmare,
I am Master of death,
I will kill all who offend,
I am a killer for fun.”
Born and raised in early france,
Went to executions for fun
Watched thieves, killers alike,
Getting the chop every night,
Met with the executioner,
Became his apprentice, learned how to kill,
Practiced on thieves, killers too,
Learned to clean cut, right through.
As I left to pursue my dream,
Got an axe of my very own,
Moved to Paris, Sharpen my axe,
Became their executioner,
French Revolution came around,
Got to kill with a guillotine,
Joined the king in a killing crusade,
Butchered peasants everyday.
I trained a boy, my apprentice he was,
Now he is my executioner,
I am about to die
As I say my last goodbyes
They say I’ll only feel a tickle
‘I’m not afraid, ’ I say to myself,
Now its time to lose my head,
Pull the lever and I’m dead.
Now its judgement time, Heaven or Hell,
I beg mercy for my sins,
But Satan laughing stabs me through,
Doomed forever to live in hell,
I was the executioner,
I was a legal killer,
I was your worst nightmare,
But then I was… Executed! ! !
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