The feeling of exhilaration
Image passing coldly through his imagination
His temples throb with intoxication
He can feel his heart, springing with palpitations

He is ready with his motivation
Eyes moving fast processing the information
He is beaming with wide-eyed elation
Ready to reveal his masterminded creation

A whisper of discrimination
Sitting silently doing meditation
The discussion needs some arbitration
Better move fast because he’s coming with decapitation

He’s got no limitations
Never going to stop, he’s got no hesitation
His evil’s going to take our nation
Better get ready for the universe’s decimation

He wants some compensation
Not ready for his disintegration
No use to attempt resuscitation
He closes his eyes and prepares for the elimination