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Tools in my hands

to paint a picture, a picture of Him

Crimson and steel are wed

To paint a picture, a picture for Him



Abomination of the soul

Profane body, a heart’s desire

No greater desire than to kill the heart

So I strike

Each time deeper, wider

Wounds appear

Abominating the abomination

Feelings so Vile

So wrong, it must be right

I’ll sign my art



Tools in my hand

Paint a portrait, a portrait of Him

Crimson and steel are wed

To paint a portrait, a portrait of Him



The mirror is my Eye

To see the Canvas I paint

Revulsion and horror tell me

That I have succeeded



Tools on the floor

Painted a picture, a picture of Him

Lying on the floor

I’m a picture, a picture of Him