Hate and Ignorance strengthen the need
Finding what I want only heightens the greed
Fueled by an unknown powers the intent
The agressions can finally be released
Set on a path to eliminate
We've seen people dead on the outside
What's it like to be dead on the inside?
The light is fading, pain is imminent
They only come out at night
Dig up the grave, dirt pushed aside
Rotting flesh awaits
I should beg you not to kill me with one blow
But to tear me limb from limb
That thus my martyrdom might be prolonged
I would like to be a mere limbless trunk
Come fire and cross
Gashes and rendings
Tearing of the flesh
Breaking of bones and mangling of limbs
The shattering in pieces of the body
Come the wicked torments of the devil upon me.
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