From the flesh carved holes blood paints the ground 

The last gasps of air the child takes screaming 

Peace in the eyes of a mother bringing the knife down 

The life she made, so easily she takes away 


Tell me – tell me 

Show me – show me 

Teach me – teach me 

Just how 

Easily... 


The murdered speak little with eyes wipde open 

Blood pooling in motionless flesh 

Death comes easy for those who don't value living 


The stench of those forgotten 

Frozen in unimaginable form 

Never frsh, decomposing 

The souls wells exposed 


Epitomite of gore and sickness, sickened mind of horror 

The lust for death, their last breath, you want nothing more 

Thoughts plagued with endless darkness, ghastly every one 

The dead, the blood, the filth, your favors have been done 

Tell me all you have seen 


Horrors 

Sickness 

Gore 

Epitomite 


I have seen the horrors you speak of 

I have seen the sickness it brings 

I have seen the gore you lust for 

For I am seven19