The Murdering Mind

I should not mind
If she were done away with
Killed or ploughed,
She did not seem to serve a useful end
And certainly she was not beautiful

I have no time to tell you
How i come to be a killer
But you should know, as time will shown
That i am society's pillar

To bleed doth cheer the pensive
And remove the raging fires
Bred by burning love.