Strangle them as they sleep,
They're the main coarse of this ritual,
Their blood smeared across the floor,
Drag they're bodies out the door.
Mom and Dad won't know what happened,
They'll never expect the oldest and most innocent,
Your brother and sister aid to your power,
They'll help turn your blood sour.
Put them on a silver platter,
Listen to the disciples laughter,
The feast of the flesh has now begun,
The sacrifice has now been done.
Chanting
Begging
Falling to Mercy
The final killing spree,
30 bodies lay here by dawn,
They'll never catch me,
30 bodies lay here on the lawn.
Morning comes,
Moms broken down and crying,
Her sons bones lie on the kitchen table.
Dads commiting suicide,
He hangs the rope in the barn behind the house.
I watch from a distance,
Laughter fills my mind,
As i tell myself,
They deserve it.
To feel the pain of not existing,
The feel the shame in not caring,
They'll never forget this,
They'll never dismiss this.
Silver trophy winner
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