The Terrible Tale of Thornhill Thrash

This is the tale of Thornhill🖤 Thrash,

born a ward of the S_t_a_t_e.

His mother killed his father,

before suffering a similar fate.

The B_o_d_y saved the baby,

but they may have acted too late.

Emerging from an artificial womb

A slap on the ass began an epoch of doom.

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When Thornhill🖤 Thrash🪓 was five years old

the S_t_a_t_e gave him a pet.

His surrogate mother learned that day

she had good reason to fret.

When questioned about his bloody h🩸a🩸n🩸ds

he showed no regret.

He'd repeatedly 🔨🔨🩸🔨🔨🩸🩸🔨🔨🩸🩸🩸smashed the tiny creature's head.🔨🩸🔨🔨🩸🩸🩸🔨🔨🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸

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He couldn't explain why he wanted to see it dead.🪦🏴⛈️

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By the time Thornhill🖤 Thrash🦠🪡 was ten years old

he'd retreated into a shell. 🏳️

He learned from a priest he had to cease

or his soul 🖤 would go to hell.🖤❤️‍🔥🔥🔥

So he gathered his dreams and violent schemes

and cast them into a bottomless well.🌀⚡

He kept his 🖤⚡⚡🖤darkness🖤⚡⚡🖤 hidden in his 🖤heart🖤.

When acting "normal", he played the consummate part.

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At the time Thornhill🖤 Thrash⚔️ Ascended

his infamy was portended

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His designated profession was to see the dead attended.

His natural talent at torture🪓🩸🪝🗡️ was highly commended.

As a S_t_a_t_e Coroner, his aptitudes were given free reign.

He became the regime's foremost expert on pain.

Going forward, Thornhill🖤 Thrash🏴‍☠️⚡🏴‍☠️ lived a life of ease.🪓🩸🪝🗡️🔪🔨🩸🩸🩸🔥

Dealing daily with the dead and near-dead

his every appetite was appeased.

Collecting confessions and final words

and plaintive deathbed pleas...

None of his subjects ever had a chance to flee.

His savagery grew sharper by degrees.

He gained a reputation for being brash.

His inspired autopsies could not be surpassed.

In just fifteen years, he exceeded seven thousand served.

Every evisceration got the finesse that it deserved.

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Developing a market for dying gasps under glass,

Commandeering, profiteering,

channeling funds into a private stash

Stealing secrets from the S_t_a_t_e

and securing a weapon's cache

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🏴⚡🖤⚡ 🩸🩸🩸🔥🔥🪝🗡️🔪🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️Alone in his 💉💉lab💉💉🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🩸 ⚡🩸🪝🗡️🔪⚔⛈🌪️🪓🩸🪝🗡️🔪⚔️🏴⛈🪓🩸🪦🌪️ ⚡🖤⚡ 🔨🩸🩸🩸 ⚡🩸🩸🩸

He would hack🔪🩸 and slash🔪🩸 and stab🔪🩸!

Opening gaping gashes

with cat-o-nine-tail lashes,

A _storm flashes in the eyes of Thornhill🖤 Thrash⛈!

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Wandering spirits tell

Of how they're haunted in hell

By the memories of their time with Thornhill🖤 Thrash⚡⚡⛈.

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By the time Thornhill🖤 Thrash🏴‍☠️⚡🏴‍☠️ reached middle age

the voices in his head were shrill.

Being an agent of the S_t_a_t_e had once been great,

but legal experiments no longer thrilled.

When he sat back and reflected

on all he'd ever killed,

The meagerness of his acts spawned deep depression,

He vowed to find new ways to feed his obsession.

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When Thornhill🖤 Thrash⚡⚔⛈️ 🏴‍☠️ was fifty-five,

he began his life of crime.

He lured ladies back to his lair,

promising them a good time.

Even his earliest atrocities

were worthy of a nursery rhyme.

He broiled his victim's breasts in white cooking wine.

He prided himself on the delicacies on which he dined.

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By the time Thornhill🖤 Thrash⚡🏳️⛈retired from service,

he was averaging three murders a week.

His powers of polite persuasion

were at their seductive peak.

Because he used preservatives

none of his lovers reeked.

His freezer was always packed with strips of meat.

All the slippers in his closet were filled with feet.

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Soon new concerns stirred Thornhill🖤 Thrash

he felt a need to share.

The thought his mighty vision might end

was more than he could bare.

So he gathered ⚡🖤⚡dark disciples⚡🖤⚡

who could kill with wicked flair.

At first his followers thought his religion odd,

But they came to revere him as the Knife of God.

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When Thornhill🖤 Thrash⚡ renounced his sword,

his inner circle thought him insane!!

But he showed them all they still had cause

to fear his unholy name.

His minions raised a citadel

upon a forsaken plain.

Zealots came to hear Apocalyptic sermons preached.

No one possessed mental defenses he could not breach.

J_u_s_t_i_c_e reps caught up with Thornhill🖤 Thrash⚡

and the hundreds under his sway.

That morning he awoke from malignant dreams

knowing it was Judge_ment Day.

He issued the command to spread the fuel,

confident he'd be obeyed.

By the midnight hour, the compound was engulfed in flames.

By the next morning, the media was already laying blame.

The L_a_w was utterly impotent

against the madness of Thornhill🖤 Thrash🏴‍☠️⚡🏴‍☠️,

Outgunned and outsmarted,

J_u_s_t_i_c_e was goaded into acting rash.

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The battleground🩸 🩸 🩸 was🩸 🩸 🩸 bloody,🩸 🩸 🩸

littered with bodies and glass.

Thirty Peacekeepers were slain in the initial blast.

The sharp citadel was erased in a fiery flash.

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AND AS THE WALLS CAME TUMBLING DOWN..!

...the f_a_i_t_hful SCREAMED that they were FOUND!!!

⛈️ ⛈🌩️🌪️⚡⚡Thunderheads licked the lands⛈🌩️🌪️⚡⚡

with lethal⚡ _lightning lashes ⚡⚡⚡⚡

And a laser shot through his brains snuffed Thornhill🖤 Thrash⚡!

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The Chronicle of Evil tells

How many souls came to Hell

Led that day by the ghost of Thornhill Thrash!

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This was the tale of Thornhill Thrash...

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_________________Bolt ⚡