Mother
Acranius
3:34…Deranged against the will of natures plan To harmonize its past. Eroded morals made a beast of man Eroded morals made a beast of man In shadows good men cast. Long awaits the scythe of death to taste The secrets in his veins. In plain sight hides the daughter bidding haste To spite what she disdains. Vengeance reigns as she bestows her knife Inside the rapists gut, Entrails form a slick slithering heap of his life Through viscera spilling and eyes falling shut. Eyes falling shut Red blood once cold now scalds beneath the sun Which lights his severed head. Embalmed with self inflicted putrefaction, Venom of the dead. Venom of the dead Embalmed with self inflicted putrefaction, Venom of the dead Violence frames the echoed beatings of His tainted, phantom heart. Impotent in what it means to love, Left to rot and start… Oppressing the Compassion No Compassion Impotent in what it means to love, Left to rot and start… Impotent in what it means to love.