(Six human heads, severed at the neck, all lined up in front of me As I sharpen my skewer I ponder At what these six people could have achieved in their lives That I so ruthlessly cut short, it doesn't matter They will have no impact on this puny earth Other than to be the food that fuels my lust for violence) Back to the madness (My skewer is sharpened and with one swift jab I puncture all six skulls Spewing what little brain matter they had left across the ground) Welcome to your doom! (As the fire heats their skin starts to boil and their eyes pop A thick yellow liquid begins to boil out the ears As the skewer rotates over the fire) (Soon enough my cooking is done and I devour what is left of them Their lives meant nothing to me)