CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Cold as ice/
• Like rolling dice/ I'm rolling twice/
• Stating facts like stating a price/
• A simple slit/ from chin to clit/ like testing on mice/
• No feeling of remorse/ for forcing intercourse/ with a knife/
• Test failed while taking another life/
• No emotion shown/ like an action from a drone/
• A human clone/ without feelings/
• Heart is stone/ cold without any moral ceilings/
• Winning all my court proceedings/
• Simply because lying is just concealing/
• And without feeling/ my "truth" is believable because I look like a human being/
• But I stare in the mirror only to see no meaning/
• Continuing on with another greeting/ to my next victim that's already bleeding/
• Planning on a new meaning/ of being/
• A testing of spirituality/ to find a soul that's breathing/
• So a search of the human body/ for the key of dreaming/
• This mad scientist has no boundary of meaning/
• Pushing past every moral challenge to a normal feeling/
• To anyone else, my test would be unappealing/
• But the demons in me say to keep killing/
• Interactions in public mean nothing fulfilling/
• People are drawn to me/
• Without knowledge known of me/
• It makes what I do pretty easy/ Maybe even destiny/
• Perhaps this is my true meaning/
• Like I'm seeing God's expentency/ What blatant blasphemy/
• Bringing brevity/ breathlessly beating beaming beings breathing badly/
• But sadly/ nothing is revealing, just misleading/
• Not even frustrating since there is an absence of interaction that releases chemical and neurological responses,
• In me it's not responsive/
• Almost like being unconscious/
• The devil is actually my accomplice/
• I'm the bridge between God's and Lucifer's continents/
• This is providence/ that I never go without another victim/
• Rhythmic rhythm/ like a solemn hymn/ I've created a crazy system/
• Succumbing to my condition/
• Each victim/ pays for their own death expirement with their cost of tuition/
• I live in a delusional world of illusion/
• Believing in the motion of action/ without reaction/
• Just simple dissection/
• Piercing the skin while paralysis sets in/
• My victims are fully awake so their soul I can find/
• My knife follows the predawn line/
• This female had no clue what I did in my time/
• But here she is lying nude with her eyes staring into mine/
• A tear forms as I slice between her breasts/
• The only thought in mind/ is what the results will be of the test/
• I open up her chest/ and watch her heart beat slow as if she is at rest/
• The next part consist of watching the brain so the scalp I must next molest/
• Her eyes revealing she is still alive as her skull is drilled through/
• Trying to keep her from going in code blue/
• So slow her skull I remove/
• Still no soul easy to prove/
• So an eye I will need to move/
• Blood squirts as I saw down the side of her face/
• Checked her levels and made sure there was enough blood in her tube to replace/
• But knew I had to pick up the pace/ her life was fading from this place/
• Carefully cut her skull apart/
• Thinking the connection of her soul must be between her eye and heart/
• Clamping arteries and veins down trying to stay smart/
• But suddenly the monitor flat lines/
• I guess I'll have to go get the next victim waiting in line..