In the depths of Hell, where darkness reigns
Lurk the creatures that society fears with disdain
Murderers, sociopaths, psychopaths, and contenders
Each with their own twisted minds and agendas
The murderers, fueled by rage and hate
Their cold hands crave to seal their victim's fate
No remorse in their soul, no conscience to speak
Only the thrill of death makes their heart beat
Sociopaths, with a charming facade
Their true selves hidden behind a cunning facade
Manipulative and deceitful, they play their game
A conscienceless mind, without any shame
Psychopaths, the monsters in disguise
With a lack of empathy, they see through lies
Calculating and cold, they have no human tie
Their actions fueled by a thirst to inflict pain and make others cry
And then there are the contenders, unbound by rules
Their minds twisted, their will strong but cruel
Driven by a thirst for power and control
They'll stop at nothing to reach their goal
Society fears them, for they are made of pure evil
Their actions leave behind a trail of upheaval
No light shines within, no redemption can be found
For they are truly Hellbound.
I am one of them, with the mind of a murderer
To draw death and blood fills me with pleasure
No soulful consciousness, no empathy or care
I revel in the chaos, the terror and the scare
My heart is blackened, made of stone
As I give my targets one last cold stare, before they're gone
My tongue, the weapon of a sociopath
Into the depths of their minds, I mercilessly trespass
My mind, a twisted maze of madness
But with a determination, fueled by pure darkness
I am skilled in the art of death and destruction
For I am truly, unapologetically Hellbound, with no compunction.
It's the hand of a murderer, the tongue of a sociopath
The mind of a madman, and the heart of the psychopath
That makes us what we are, creatures of the night
Feared and loathed, with no hope of ever seeing the light.
So beware, dear society, for we walk among you
Our minds and hearts devoid of any virtue
For we are the murderers, sociopaths, psychopaths, and contenders
Truly, we are the ones that make Hellbound our home, forever and ever.

Authorship by Dr. Dashaun Snipes
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