What did you think You god, you bastard When you opened this scars on me? Why did you make My skull with 5 black holes To suck what you create and live in the pain dimension? Live in the pain dimension with eyes to see, Ears to hear, mouth to lick and brain to think Why? you god, you bungler Why you sewed this worm skin on me? Why is it good A shreded skin to live in, To scrape all the scars till they blood, what your serpent son worn? What you serpent son worn with eyes to see Nose to smell, brain to think. Pain in me deep within Like a thorn under the skin Cold demise burns inside.... 7th scar... Why you opened this seventh scar? Thorn under skin that forever hurts! What did you think You god, deceiver When you cut a seventh scar in me? What did you feel When you laid your lance rest And the crown of you son start to throb...under my ribs? Under my ribs inside my skin A heart of thorns... forever
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