From your mouth spew the encrypted words, but you're eyes give me definition,

As I now live by the courtesy of your ignorance's feet a specter stained,

For even your spittle cares not of the flowers of my dreams dying in love feigned,

Loneliness will always fall and crawl toward beauty painted upon an abomination.



But the by product is the seeds you've sown in his mind of ire,

From my soul the light you've usurped, and filled it in with the bile of hate,

A metamorphosis is taking place here, behold you are God, you can create,

As promises and love cerebrally die before they pass your frosted lips, all hail the goddess for harlots to admire.



Day is now night, your kingdom has fallen, a stale rain patters the ground,

Don't you like what you've made?, Isn't he pretty now that he's bled out of his cage?,

A torrent of misery he his now, isn't he pretty?, Now your spirit to the molecule shall be force fed his rage,

He's so pretty now, the birds melt on their perches as he passes, as this ***** of filth swallows her siren's tongue, finally no more sound.



He stands now with his essence boiling and maggot filled heart viewing the end of his former master contorting in the cold muck like a slaughtered sow,

But standing here in the end you've still won, for a husk filled with the dark's horrors isn't a man alive,

You murdered him long ago and left the corpse as carrion so by control's pleasure you could continue to survive,

You have taught this former slave that even hate starts out as love, isn't he pretty now?