Into The Moat Anguish
these fabrications you put forth on me
they lacerate this soul
i try to run
you sunder me open to see my blood shed
to hear not my pain
merely your own
woooooooooooo!!!!
you sire these avulsions
and i pray for you
to sew these afflictions
with your propaganda
ive seen no veracity
beneath that breast
why do i adhere to your idiocy
im only belaboring you
right now you're nothing but blackness
to my poor ailing eyes
i can now
taste deception
holy cow
in your heart
you're nothing
see my blood shed
