Rose Funeral Legions Of Ruination
Rot through the skin. Deep within is where the cut and
scythe
Bleed them out. They spill about. One by one they end a
life.
Hacking, they butchered them malevolently. Extirpate.
Annihilate.
Bring forth unholy
Amputation is done by singularity
The fixation on the cold body enlightens me
Draining blood, I cut, I slice, I slash, I dice the skin
Untouched, they pray I stop, but I start to begin
