American Psycho

In the city of New York, a monster did roam

A man, with a heart as cold as stone

Patrick Bateman, his name did strike fear

In the hearts of all, who came near

With his good looks and charm, he lured them in

But soon, their fate, would be grim

For behind the facade, a psycho lay

A man, consumed by hate, each and every day

He killed and he maimed, without a care

Leaving behind a trail of bodies, beyond repair

But no one knew, of his dark deeds

For to the outside world, he seemed so sweet

Until one day, his mask did slip

And the true monster, was revealed in a flash

But even then, no one believed

The horrors he had committed, they couldn't conceive

So let us beware, of those who seem nice

For you never know, what lies beneath the disguise

For even the most charming, can hide a monster within

Just like Patrick Bateman, American Psycho, sin.

But what drives a man, to such heinous acts

Is it nature, or nurture, or a combination of both facts

Patrick Bateman, a product of his time

A man, who was lost, in the rat race of life

A man, who was consumed, by material possessions

And a thirst, for power and success, without concessions

But in the end, it all came crashing down

As his true nature, was revealed to all, with a resounding sound

For in the pursuit of power and success

We often lose sight, of what truly matters

Our morals and values, they get lost along the way

As we become slaves, to our own desires, each and every day

So let us learn, from Patrick Bateman's fate

And strive to be better, before it's too late

For in the end, it's not the power we possess

But the kind of person, we become, in the process.

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