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Grim Masterpiece

Putrid, retched
Saturated
In the blood of my foes
Watching them twitch
In spastic death throes

Offal, awful
Art from the soul
Stretch innards across walls
White stained crimson
Decorate the halls

I envision in incisions
Death given life
Revisions on the bones
To devour those lost flowers
Grim masterpiece
In towers made of bones

Fabric, frantic
Diabolic
Perverted fantasies
Blood and symbols
Intestines on trees

Driven, demon
Crucifixion
Hanging from rusted nails
Invert the cross
And welcome to Hell

Slowly...
　　...slowly...
　　 � � �Open your eyes
　　 �Behold the nightmare
　　In which
You will...
　　 � � � � � � ...rot
　　
Painted, tainted
Martyred, sainted
To weeping families
You are nothing
But blowing of leaves

Easing, pleasing
Amputating
Only the best of parts
Hacked and slaughtered
�Til I eat your heart

I envision in incisions
Death given life
Revisions on the bones
To devour those lost flowers
Grim masterpiece
In towers made of bones