Fleshmould

I carved my name into his eyes
No surgical precision, no need for a steady hand
Yet skilled and efficient and consequent the lines are drawn with love for the craft
Violating sight and molestation of his mind
Extreme commitment induces supreme expertise
Perverse violence embedded in instinct-I am blessed
A malicious performance of an undiscovered artist
Driven by hatred and revulsion for celestial deception
Transcendent are the ones who propagate the slaughter of the servants of the self-crowned creator
Follow the lead
Restore the balance
Regain command
We are the ones who'll regain this
Slaughtering the pathetic and grinning as they close their eyes.
Emptying their lungs, the struggle is real
As the air is filled with darkness and a lack of recognition.
Pulling strings of life
We will not be silenced, nor
Decapitated of our reasons
For disgust and repugnance
For epidemical depravity strengthens extinction of morals and of innocence
We need
Contagious aggression and competent slaughter
Genocidal restitution as atonement for deception
Immaculate entities find their downfall as viciousness plagues humanity's wellbeing
In rapture we will celebrate our new-born kingdom
For eradication of divine contagion shall be the rebirth of freedom
Their blood spilled on the music of Choir Master Hate
Blood is splattered in the name of darkness, a dance of hate
We are the ones who orchestrate