Aphasic puppet rejecting the vermin
That defecates some mortal sins
Animate carrion leading by the insipid hope
of seeing better days
Acrid thoughts
Bleed on my days
Affliction Feeds a dark fate
This blood on my hand
Is as cold and dark as my soul
Mental rape Exhumed phobias
From cold ashes I'll reborn
To carve my hate into your flesh
Feel that cold breath
On your fragile neck
Fear this grim eye
Staring at your bruised back
I will nail your body on the ground
Where you used to kneel down
And pray for your salvation
Die