Pull My Head off

Im in an oven.
Compressed hell-
about to blow,
and burn down.

I'll take your soul-
remorse expelled,
as my hands
around your throat
dig deep-
red bands and scars.

Through you,
and to the next one.
Kill the father,
kill the son.

Burning my cross-
killing my fun.
Turn inside out
my faith and run.

Suffocate the child.
Rising from the grave,
a bastard to the wild.

The End

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