Where else can I go with my hate?

Molesting my skin, I struggle to bleed

No longer to bear the rage in me

Am I an assassin to be ?



Why not kill the ones without a will ?

Why not burn the house of god ?

Why not catch the insects

and trap them all to dirt ?



So close to the line where I will snap

It's taking over, bloodlust fury

Christians in sight, knife in command

Away with the law, death is at hand



Trying to save my sanity, through prayers working weak

I don't expect them to succeed, my soul's lost

I will always bleed, which way shall I fly

To let them know the beast, that dwells in my heart unleashed



The cross of Fury !!!



On their way to make me pray

But whatever they say it's rotten

They bother my will and plan to kill

Sperm of the miserable crucifix



They are blind

Kill their kind



I bleed and sow the seed of Satan

Feel the demon grow

Flourished from my pain

Purified from anger……I am sane