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Into the mind of the kill....
Looking into the eyes of the glazed, stared, victim's, inanimate, fill -
Watch the tower
The wet of the shower -
Past the swoop and the cape
The bloodied sharp teeth and the rape -
Past the Masonic, and the silver, sword, cane
The feelings are uplifting, the feelings are the same -
Where is the little boy, that was twisted and jerky on his tricycle?
His features had no face, phantom like, I think his name was Michael -
It scratched and scratched on the stones of disaster
Looking to clutch out the evil beating heart of the master -
Jack's back....
For another attack -
Search past the glittering diamonds in the darkened coals
Look for absolution, in the shadows of your tarnished soul -
The last thing you ever thought about when you were young, was death
But now you can smell it's rancid and gin like perfumed breath -
There, there....
No shoes -
And to feel the lapping still water, at my face
The drowned baby has just entered the race -
Reach for the silver and horned cane
The scalpel's the sharp and the mirrored same -
The Darkness falls
And the Raven does call -
Twisted windows...
The openings to a twisted mind -
I don't like Mondays
I prefer fun days -
And i knew you had been with him
Keeping him out of breath and pleasuring his sin -
Did you see that horrible vampire bat?
Or that white Spanish horse over there? -
a crime against God and your collective soul inside
if the jews were the groom, then fire was the bride -
heads sheared like a lot of zombied sheep
none of thy dignity left to keep -
blood oozing out at every turn of that silver knive's twist, i invoke thee, i invoke thee, grant me a last bloody kiss.
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