grotesque impalement
dying fetus
far from the cross you stand before
we are all filled with lust
your guts explode and life has ceased behind your eyes
your blood begins to clot
clogging the corpulses in your mind
seven lives have come and gone
and what are we even here for? some twisted
mindless game? or is god just playign tricks upon my brain? the birth of death begins
and with your life it ends
my world emmersed in hate
your mind dwells on the absurd
as i contemplate your horrible demise
blood streams down your face