Where is your saviour now?
Face down, arms out
Nailed to the cross of doubt
Blood runs like rain
Drowning for this world in vain
Crown of black thorns
Human skin, ripped and torn
"I’ll be in disguise ready to stick you with knives
And leave your arms crossed like Forrest Whitekers eyes
You sure you ready to die by this machete of mine?
It takes just one strike for your head to divide
Fuckin’ bludgeoned all night by my games of death
The cops’ll struggle to find where your remains are left
They’re underneath the weeds rotting in the gentle breeze
Chillin’ with the flies beetles and the centipedes"
MR. HYDE
Reblogged from
serpentcultt,
Posted by
clevermonster.
