Our orders are to burn the Messiahs body twice.
Just like the corpses crawling from their graves,
that we push back with a shovel, remove the brains
set the pit a-blaze if they try to rise again

Blood and Brains better splattered all over the cement
than slowly removed through your coke holes with a fork
the scent of the earth, is only as bad as its worst rotting *****

***** and Brains better obsessed over all alone in the dark because
her skin flakes off in my arms,  her lips disintegrate with a kiss
her name is Serenity, shes dying , going going dead
still can't get her 7 gallons of blood out of my bed.

Blood and Bruises better thought over with a glass of wine
switch blade fights with rivals, hiding bodies in the sage
they said to dig a hole for every single one, till my dying day
but I hear the messiah is Three, and if i cut him up
how stupid of a human I would be,

ash separates easily