Vrs 1 The Clock strikes 12 put the pen to the paper ...slowly awaken ....Delve...deep dive ...sleep wit a wide eye held...cried for spells....This city still wreaks, stinks to high hell detect fear through smells... walk a low lit road.. alone....lonely...cold... clouds follow naturally calm he's back control brand new plan scrap the old manifolds Lost a fight wit his inner creatures instead of sweet Jesus at wheel, killer speed demons said the world's dead long as he keeps breathing ...plotting, planning....dreaming....victims screaming....bleeding slaughtered a devious diva while she's eating this weekend sneaking up on dirty politicians politicin'- in shady business meetings Maybe pop a couple crooked cops the fun stuff and such...go a hunt for Jeff Bezos and Elon Musk...(why) ...coulda ended world hunger...instead he bought Twitter....but nobody, not one of seeing the bigger picture...and they call me the serial killer? Vrs 2 A lot of your so called heroes deserve to die along wit the leaders lawyers and politicians billion dollar playboy assholes While the average citizens have adapted to scrapping to make a living I'm livid living out of my mind movie laughing as channels flicking, flipping the system, flip 'em off stick to the mission society's sick inside, sick to the bone sickening, Social media surveillance survey ur vision all opinions, nobody's listening... Everybody firing shots dug out in trenches While criminals in business suits and bad intentions rule us....wit a magic school bus of famous faces fool us ...prisoners of delusion illusions...fuk it ...long as ya tik tok poppin' millions of followers, following Greed money vanity doctrine at no end stopping that shit over starting today U and ya fake "foozball friends" begin to pay...call me Bobby Boucher ...broken medulla oblongata ....maybe sicker.....they coulda saved the world instead they all on Twitter watching the burn signing off...A fellow serial killer