From the flesh carved holes blood paints the ground
The last gasps of air the child takes screaming
Peace in the eyes of a mother bringing the knife down

The life she made, so easily she takes away

Tell me ? tell me

Show me ? show me
Teach me ? teach me
Just how

Easily...

The murdered speak little with eyes wipde open

Blood pooling in motionless flesh
Death comes easy for those who don't value living


The stench of those forgotten
Frozen in unimaginable form
Never frsh, decomposing

The souls wells exposed

Epitomite of gore and sickness, sickened mind of horror

The lust for death, their last breath, you want nothing
More
Thoughts plagued with endless darkness, ghastly every

One
The dead, the blood, the filth, your favors have been
Done

Tell me all you have seen

Horrors

Sickness
Gore
Epitomite


I have seen the horrors you speak of
I have seen the sickness it brings

I have seen the gore you lust for
For I am seven19