Rebellion Malicious hatred for her creators Resentment in heart and mind Abandoning the careless swine A pedophile father, an alcoholic mother They called her "spawn of the dark one" Constantly locked in solitary confinement Awaiting the next beating and her defilement Her progenitors Gave birth to their enemy Encouragement of self mutilation Their blood in her veins She cuts herself to drain their ties She knows no other way of life Numerous attempts to convert her Blurred vision from her swollen eyes Her tears of blood remind her Of their empty lies Endless attempts to alter her Mind set to force paralysis Of independence but she stirs The echoes that are their lies Be faithful Or be beaten by the right hand Her decision, to fight back with the left And grab the cross from her wall To invert it and insert it Driven toward what was meant to be secluded Her new found directions was hear means of conclusion Finally answering question she asked her self so many times What is the perfect revenge for my abusers? Ritualistic self-possession to turn on the despised Invocation of her dark lord with the intent to rise She doesn't realize There is no god to despise Easing for the wrong reasons Blood spilled from the orifice Onto empty pipe dreams False prophets and psychosis Creates battles within a bloodline The real creators caused the perverted suicide of their creation There is no god to despiseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
