Dust in my heart, blood on my hands. Five years I have been penitent. The penitent man finds his peace. These walls have seen my lack of dignity. These
to a social security number. Living under the trough all I wanted was a horse a plow and three hundred acres of shit I want a horse a plow and three hundred
the face of unemployment and every day at the office a battle I'll never win. An american hooker born into the trade of human trafficking and meeting
head the dead walk the earth disguised as human garbage asking for their skin back it's hard to believe when all I see is blood piss and shit.
see its face when I close my eyes head cocked to the left. Mouth open and unmerciful. Those were my last words. All of them. You swallowed them whole and
I don't speak of anymore. A horizon as red as her hair color and as black as her shit swallowing all around. This is never over I just keep dying more and
my teeth And sunk them into the Flesh of my enemy Faith in myself runs red Human memory decays Under a blanket of smoke Freedom in isolation Remove the eyes and
choke on gasoline. On the soles of my feet every color of the earth on fire. A world on fire. I inhale the smoke of the earth. Humanity washed in flames. A
their skin so they could blend in at night I can hear them howling. I can feel their footsteps all over my soft spots. Years of degeneration. The hell of a
Larvae for me to choke on. I will find you child on your breast. Choking on my name spitting out the taste of apples in a garden of shit Remove the
You have no pride, no sense of friendship. Thank you for nothing. I regret hearing your word. As false as the priest you condemn. A hand a gun the word
I tear you apart and wear the remains I will never stop because wounds will never stop spreading a great big fucking scab I pick myself apart I have
strength of an iron curtain pulled over my fucking face. The face of justice beaten and raped. Pig blood stains the cross, kill a cop, hang a judge,