the Senate, the Family

One birth
A changed world
Flailing artillery with the inception of voice
Tattooing blight to three-legged trolls
Decimating aged imbeciles
Euthanizing genetic imps with words

This tongue
These eyes
This broken muscle survives on your hatred
Survives on the engravings of judges, saints and relics

Cut out the tongue
Words will remain
Rip out the heart
Beating is constant

For I am obstinate and impure
Revolving while blistering air
I will always be the reflection of your sins
The product that you placed upon your shelf of glory



Revel in your efforts
You have perfected the visions of hell