I bring the slaughter. Smell the rot on my breath

A murder with pleasure. A dull blade caress

I smell the stench on your bones

Taste of the blood. Your entrails grow cold

The ripping of flesh. The breaking of bones

Call to your Jesus. Run to his home

The nun gets no mercy. The father I rape

Sodomize the pig. My love is my hate

Writhe

Organs and entrails on me again

Thank you, lord father. I’m baptized again

Murder and murder. Not a sickness a gift

A cut with a smile. A killing with bliss

I butcher gods, his Mary. His saints

All of his angels. All fear my name

The holy, unholy, I have no faith

Some call me level. I’ll come again