Standing on massacred ground
blood rooted to the cortex flowing unsound
my vengeance still incomplete,stirring up my neurons
venom gushing through my blood like pheromones
I pick up the rusty axe from the blood drenched soil
and decided to sever the head of the one who makes my soul toil
memories of betrayal erupting,thoughts of hatred intercepting
fragile,disdainful vision of the world
inner sanctum of feelings en twirled
I,now salivate at the thought of eviscerating human flesh
ecstatic at the sight of torn tendons
the orgasmic feeling of scarred worldly skin
blisters and cysts bring back cannibalistic memories
the slayer now free,bled out the pain that was once me
putrid stench chokes my breath as I slaughter more to satisfy my carnal paranormal lust
I look down to see,gorified eye balls gaping into oblivion
maggots crawling out of integumentary sacral wounds
and when this mortal battle hath finally ended,I rest underneath black clouds of uncertainty
and let the masterful art of slaughter unfold upon creation
Written by Auri and myself
Do not imitate!
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