Public Enemy Number 1 Chapter 3

The world spins once, a new day comes,
People live their lives.
But the life of these ignorant fools,
Is on which our hero thrives.
Hero, the word may not rightfully fit,
For one who is built quite like him.
Hios mind is malfunctioned, he only finds joy,
In that which society calls grim.
Murder, death, the spilling of blood,
Yes, he lusts for it so.
A viable reason, despite his search,
Of this he does not know.
So onward we go, to the present day,
his activities soon to be found..
What's this? In an alley, a body,
Headless lays on the ground.
Soon a shriek of passers-by,
A woman surprised by the sight.
A blade he throws with accuracy,
Soon puts and end to her plight.
He knows his actions soon enough,
Will bring the law to this place.
So in short time, he places a charge,
Of C-4 on the bodies with grace.
He climbs in a Dumpster, it bothers him not,
For soon he will revel in gore.
A siren he hears goes off and then,
He hears the slam of a door.
He waits a bit longer until at least five
cruisers arrive at the scene.
And then, his thumb, onto the switch,
He ever so easily weens.
Boom! goes the alley, limbs soar through the sky,
A grin spreads across his face.
He walks away slowly, but turns back,
May as well grab a gun and some mace.
On his way home, he sees some yound kids,
Playing out in the street.
He walks over to them, hides his new gun,
And smiles at those that he greets.
Then, soon, he snaps, and pulls out the mace,
A blinds a poor little child.
Then he pulls out the gun, switches safety off,
Opens fire and just goes wild.