Bloodshed Reigns over Us

We kneel on bruised and blood-scarred knees for no god,

The only thing we pray unto is the painful and bloody death of our enemies,

We shed blood for no vicious king,

The only thing reigning over us is suicidal tendencies,

Depression is the only religion that we won't burn and blaspheme,

Smear the ashes on our branded, blistered faces,

Undo the metal handcuffs from our slit wrists,

Let only the word of our God  Goddamned dark emotions,

Escape from our bleeding lips,

Scabbed wings and halos eaten away by rust,

We fall into our stone-lined graves,

And transform them to a basin of blood...


The End

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