Serial Killer Poem by Keith Foley

The evil that lurkes beneath this mask,
keeps itself hidden for passionate task.

The task it has, unknown to all,
drains the soul to a hellbound call.

From benneath the earth does rise
an eriee voice 'No compromise'

From this voice the charge does come,
one must act or one must run!

Running away the voice gives chase,
but acting out, I'll win this race.

The acts I commit I could get cought,
but the thrill it gives can't be bought.

What's this thrill, you want to know?
Join my army and join the show.

His legions, there's thousands now,
give up your Soul and take a vow.

Your dedication is not to Him,
but back to the voice deep within.