It's a Bird, No it's a plane

These heroes, they don’t know,
just protecting what they feel is justice,
we’re all human why trust us,
so they kick in doors and bust us,
but deep inside they lust for us,
wishing for just a couple paper cuts,
Just to see if their blood can rush like ours does,
because if it didn’t it would mean they would look for life just like the ones the sentence,
really look in a mirror judge and jury,
how can there really be security, I
f people like you watch over the well being of We,
I can look into you and see, the greed, the true yen, inside nesting within, when you yourself find a rush in killing a killer,
you savor the scent of dying flesh,
after a kill you inhale and exhale a breath,
filling your lungs with the drunken scent of death,
the deals, the cheating, and thieves,
we all live for the human instinct, Life,
and protect it without having to blink,
but you know more or less you should fear me,
and not this human appearance you see,
the thing inside me, that brings forth the disease,
and can spread it through a mere sneeze, cough, or a need,
yea you all need but not me,
I just enjoy doing what makes me, Me,
what I do is why you fear me,
I’m the one who sits inside pulling from within you, the truth,
that you too have ruthless desires to achieve,
and these killers are so easy too create,
I just use the heroes who love to save the day,
and I make them incriminate themselves,
and then point them towards the world,
towards little boys and girls,
you heroes aren’t close to matching me,
just wait until I assemble the final army…an army of me
The truth will be revealed