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Trauma

The razor spiral shreds the tainted flesh

Your body will be the church of my irreverence

Along the thorned road of vice

I harvest my delights

Marvel

Lose yourself

Pour until empty

Until you're sick

And then you made it yours

World chosen with cold skill

Without a drop to spill

Feed my imagination until reality dies

Feed my gray matter with delusions to control

Sacrifice – the wolf in lamb's clothes

False idol falls between the old

Golden ox on the slab, sacred lament

Monuments without moment

Deceit is turning bold, it's lies are growing old

Deceit is turning bold

Time to nail shut the books of old

Scourge

Dark blots expressing the urge

Scarring life just to feel it

Filtered beams polarized to expose

Magnified in a lethal dose

Repuslive, sickening detail

Strangely appeasing

You know it will not cease

Gutter emotions

Explicity uncut

Numbed to rot

Grinding away every rate

Broadening the spectrum of depravity

Bent to your lust

Taunting pose so insolent

Embracing my disgust

Masochist guilt 8-mm recollection

Morbid Trojan horse

Galloping over the senses

A metaphorical travesty 8-mm recollection

I cannot feel it move

Broadening my specrtum of inhumanity

For all that is sentient

Degradation deified

Benevolently blind

To the devolutionary oratory for all the waste of life for all the waste of time