Blessed with this conscience
and doomed with this flesh
a towering rot of nails and hair
thrown towards the gates

to siphon the guilt
I, the animal
is
I, the God

and I know cause these thoughts
pass through me
we beat with fists and stones
and destroy all I am

Of the lives I have taken
for the cause

for all the hate I am blessed with

Butchered Sons! May you forever live in turn!

Listen
to the sound of seven billion souls
at war

Screaming
the vicious will
vindicate the fallen

To kill the world
hands them
stardom
and these are
the ways for
which I was
raised.

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