Burnt Offerings

Fresh nights, kinda bloody hell

Very dark, placid skies hangs above

No moon shining like the untouched ass

Of the boy next door

Beginning to feel the first impressions

Of a strange drug

Set the leathery skin of a female

Straddling a furnace, illuminates in blue

Hands melt against the burning surface

Feel no pain, kiss the burner, lips fall away

Blood runs down the inside of her thighs

She tightens her grip in one last exaggerated movement

And falls to the ground a pile of ashes

The furnace stands triumphant over the mound

The next in line, a young boy approaches

And is assaulted by the flames

Shooting out like sharp tongues

Of hungry animals

Of a hungry animal

The disciple now crouches in the belly of God

His second skin removed

The boy lay sodomized and tired

Sodomized and tired

Let us seek him so badly, look to the sky and says

Threatening my existence with their faces

In a room, a room, I sit and I pray

I wash dirt from my face with holy water

I wash dirt from my face with holy water

Dried with the shroud of new Nazarene

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You're hiding behind walls, I can't see

I'm hiding behind walls, you can't see