A Verse From A Song From A Project
I slit my wrist to give the pen ink
drenched the **** then let the text seep
from it's twisted tip it possessed me
with it's sinister drips to let death sing
out in a melody that speaks hellishly
a platform to cast out all the demons that dwell in me
I use it selfishly or so they're tellin' me
but really they're just ****ing scared of my devil speach
I killed five kids and recorded the violence
with a sound track of violins playing so vibrant
theme of the tyrant dark as the night is
trying to kill any light that tries to shine inside it
blasphemous paintings tragic and crazy
painted in the blood of battered up babies
stabbed in their backs with no chance for their saving
then scattered their ashes to paint the blackness that taints me
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