Teratism Slithering
With bleeding scars
I walk on through
The fields of thorns
In defiance of
Pain and suffering
My body is
Weak and ravaged
But My will is
Stronger than hate
Onward I march
With blood in my eyes
Clawing with mangled limbs
Against stinging fangs
For I want all
To feel this pain
I want everyone
To bleed and weep
I will cast aside
My torn flesh
I shall finally
She'd my skin
And slither on through
Kill for Him!