.357 Rapture

Viscera exits the hole
Uncontrolled
The heat hits the cold
Meat exposed
I see your soul
Retreat incomplete
Sound the repeat, my sweet
For one more crimson burst
Flesh of the accursed blurts
Rapture in reverse
Rehearsed, one last
Taste of pain

Bring on the Son
For some must die young
Bring on the Sun
Disciples of none

Locked and loaded, cock-sure
(Semper fi! do or die!)
One by one a bolt between the lobes
(Gung ho!)
Ooh! It makes the grass grow
See! It makes the grass grow
BLOOD!

Behold the non-generation
They canonize war
(War without ending)
Behold, the uncogeneration
Panegyrize war
Wasting and wanting the more

Bring on the son
Disciples of none

Behold! The path of the
Righteous engenders the corps
(Feed for the ether)
Behold! The head of
The righteous all covered in sores
Marked by the dawn of the day

Bring on the sun
Disciples of none



Credits
Writer(s): Quinton Gardner
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