Blood Lust

Why do people touch when they are not welcome?
Why do they infringe on the ones I hold so close to my heart?
I’m tired of the fucking idle hands taking what doesn’t belong.
I want to cut, sever and rip the bastards apart.
Blood flowing onto my hands, bathing in crimson liquor.
Suffer you fucking rejects for this trespass is unforgivable.
Bleed your sin away under the anathema of my perpetual torture.
Ravenous wolves taking the innocence of those too trusting and gullible.
I want to hear their screams wean under the curdling of your own saliva.
I want to taste their tears as they flow from your impotent eyes.
There is neither repentance nor deliverance from my fierce inferno.
I will consume your souls, devour your limbs, and deafen your cries.
They are women…delicate flowers who need to be nurtured and loved.
Enchanted spirits who need reassurance of their worth and value.
~(But FUCKING COCK and BALLS TEAR their PETALS and BREAK their SPIRITS)~
Rape is not the way to show affection towards ones beloved.
They say, “she asked for it,” a pitiful excuse for the innocence you slew.
The plague of conscience isn‘t enough to lament my unbridled rage.
A pair of bolt cutters~“snip, snip, cut, cut”~will definitely do it.
Hamurabi’s Code, an eye for an eye, today sounds a little deranged.
But divine justice comes in turning these bastards into eunuch’s
I pray for the day when I can protect the women I love and I trust
Then and only then can I pacify my demons and satiate this blood lust.

[For you all, yeah you know who I’m talking about, the cock and balls.
If she says “no,” “LISTEN,” please!…listen, because if you don’t I’ll
be there to get both hers and my restitution, ~DIVINE JUSTICE~ through
and through.]