Free your creatures
Take their souls

Give me the strength and the power
To rise up from this living paradise
I’ll take the sword no matter how
My call would confuse their minds
They crawl slowly to find the edge
In the slinking droppings of the beast
They recauterize your rotting wounds
Three cracked fingers remain at last

An approaching shadow crooked back
In a corner anxious for its attack
Shoulders crushed by its slimy bite
Sputum everywhere in mouth and eyes

Eyes sprout out Intestinal Haemorrhage
Cerebral, membral, chapped, all flows out
Death in a sacrificed heart
Intestinal limbs torn apart

They crawl slowly to find the edge
In the slinking droppings of the beast
They recauterize your rotting wounds
Three cracked fingers remain at last

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