Death Regime…
Franco the Fearless leaves em all earless, and deader than fuck...
He’s stealth with a blade and won’t be swayed no matter how often he’s struck.
Chin of granite, hardest on the planet...damnnit, you’ll break your hand...
Deliver a punch…he’ll still eat your lunch...and consider your flavor bland.
Cuz he’s seen you before, you’re all the same...might as well be sheep...
No need for your name, you’re just a souvenir of the game, “Clean and Sweep”.
Martin Ingram tends to bring em, screaming and bleeding the worst...
They’re never dead, though it lies ahead...after he’s done giving hurt.
Slightly insane, he’s bright with the pain...illuminated from the radiant glow...
Of his trusty blowtorch as he lays the scorch to flesh he was just bestowed.
Fond of females...he loves the ladies...opportunistic with romance...
On every excursion there’s always a version that’s accepting of his advance.
Without knowing what he’ll be showing...the sick and sadistic develops...
They succumb...then after he cums...the yearn to burn envelops.
Rachel Marie so pretty, petite...yet lithe, lean, and lethal...
Been a Marine since age 18, has no problem killing people.
Evil eclipses the good in her eyes; vengeance is mine sayeth the shrew...
Who won’t be tamed, just places blame on the men she wants to screw.
They’re through if she gets hot...can’t stop the anger when aroused...
Feels disgusting when they’re touching, penetration can’t be allowed.
At the point of entry, she becomes a sentry...violent hysterics ensue...
Viciously guarded, passions departed...then she’s choking out a dude.
Kyle the Cleaner couldn’t be meaner...and he’s only 14 years old...
An adopted orphan whose own endorphins eat away at his brain like mold.
Cunning precision with every mission, not a detail left behind...
He holds the weight of the other’s mistakes despite his juvenile mind.
Every assignment is his mind’s set; he’s the leader of this Regime...
Who protect each another from any trouble, and do so as a team.
Walter Reed Hospital, Psychiatric Ward...
He sits there strapped, wrapped in wraps that don't heal, but hasten...
At the end of his journey, tied to a gurney; Marine Private, Kyle Jason.
Under arrest, undergoing tests...hypnotism with chemical aides...
Blood’s been spilling; he’s been killing...civilians and his own brigade.
Seems a tragedy happened, see...before he even reached 15...
Kyle couldn’t escape his uncle’s rape in the basement on Halloween.
His fragile mind shattered, esteem left in tatters...for on that very day...
He realized through struggle and cries...that he leaned toward being gay.
In a weird way he liked it, but tried to hide it...suppression in effect...
So his mind splintered into Rachel to justify wanting male sex.
He joined the Marines upon turning 18, tried hard to man up...
But in each and every barrack he found a soldier willing to fuck.
Don’t ask, don’t tell...there’re plenty of gays that keep shit quiet...
So Martin arrived just in time to feed his hetero diet.
On missions, on patrols...he’d find civilian women, young and old...
Rape became commonplace when this new personality took hold.
And the rapes always ended in murder, torture for inner pain felt...
That’s why Franco would appear, to insure he’d persevere in that Hell.
He’d kill em all, it didn’t matter...man, woman, faggit, or child...
Blood splattered as ears were gathered and a body count compiled.
Then they’d turn to Kyle...who’d smile at all their actions...
Then thank them for helping him with his perverse attractions.
One killed men cuz they weren’t women...the other; women cuz they weren’t men.
The third one killed anyone, and the fourth would send them out again.
Now they’re all apprehended, a splendid display of personalities split...
But the Military must be defended, so they avoid a media blitz.
Quietly cover this up, sweep it under rugs and silence the team...
By ordering up a firing squad for this one man Death Regime.