The Lord is my shepherd,
I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down,
in green pastures.
He leadeth me beside the still waters,
he restoreth my soul.
He leadeth me in the paths,
of righteousness for his name's sake.
Ye, though I walk through,
the valley of the shadow of death.
I will fear no evil,
for thou art with me.
I watch the bitter tears,
slalom down grief stricken faces.
For a moments time I feel,
I am the God of which they speak.
Under the guise of anonymity,
I masquerade in thrilling mockery.
An erection juts begrudgingly,
from twixt my silken sunday pleats.
The coffin is sealed,
face to go unrevealed.
But I dare know,
what lies underneath.
Two bloodless halves,
of a dark flower dead.
Whose dream turned the nightmare,
that dwells beneath our darkened beds.
How pathetically,
I broke her like a doll of porcelain.
I found her primed,
for a raping that could never be.
In wanton fallacy,
the temptress played deceiving,
taunting, charming fools like me.
Her silhouette,
an hourglass,
whose sands of time,
would empty fast.
A rose must remain,
with the sun and the rain,
or its lovely promise,
won’t come true.
Then call me the nightfall,
the colder than death.
A winter unending,
that’s stolen her breath.
Dead and famous,
at last she’s made it.
Her mangled face,
haunting shameless.
The death of peace,
endarkened times.
Crowned an immortal,
yet stricken of life.
The headlines read
“Young Starlet, dead!”
Drained of her lifesblood,
and nourished with shit.
Sodomized, defeminized!
Silent, the victor.
Vengeance is mine.
In Hell she waits!
In Hell,
is where she waits for me.
Seductress burns in sin,
the succubus deceased.
The funeral has ceased,
you can all rest at ease.
My desire be not,
to kill again.
I’ll now disappear,
leaving legend to fear.
So lock every door tight,
from now until eternity.
Dead and famous,
at last she’s made it.
Her mangled face,
haunting shameless.
The death of peace,
endarkened times.
Crowned an immortal,
yet stricken of life.
The headlines read
“Young Starlet, dead!”
Drained of her lifesblood,
and nourished with shit.
Sodomized, defeminized.
I am the victor,
vengeance is mine.
I watch the bitter tears,
slalom down grief stricken faces.
For a moments time I feel,
I am the God of which they speak.
I, the Misogynist!
Her crooked smile,
my seal of hatred.
Incarnate of the beast,
the God of which they speak.
