Time has come for hate to blossom!
You who vexed the flesh embosomed
Here and now, just touch my grudge!
This grisly snare of a homicidal drudge.
Those calls in me discern your fear
Pleading me to make you disappear
Burn the false face of a factitious crest
Before I bring you to shadows in the ruthless nest
Before your warm red feeds this revenge
Before I show you my lovely gun barrel’s bench
My gold-proof jury of sweet Jericho 941
Just try to think up who gave me the fucking gun
You were the one to raise the love in me
Instead of this you vowed me to arms of enmity
Now I‘ve got a bullet for every single heart you broke
Demons in me are yours, I’ll ease you to evoke
Fuck you with your psalms and pharisaic preach
Shut the fuck up father, I am no more your bitch
Just spare your mana, it’s quite a trudge to hell
Who’s the man, now? For whom the bell knells?
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