Septic these wounds that weep the memories
Rule me with an iron fist
My name- nothing more than the hatred that spills from your lips
I purge to end their disease
Nothing in me was left pure only born to shame
With pounding ****** that muted voice I quickly forgot my own name
Rancid, with odor and stickiness, you left between the gates
I slaughter my own body to let go of your mistakes
Achingly wrought in *****, I spew forth flashbacks laced with pain
Mistakes that were never mine to pay, introduced through morbid molestation
You broke the army of the child, bombed the ****** nation
You left behind a broken doll stained with your indignation
Eyes stitched shut to block out voids of picture perfect hate
You crossed the line of perfect love and flooded her pearly gates