Entrails scattered like flowers
in a guillotine basket,
boiling in mourning blood
and spitting on words of loathing.
Attemp to purify
those maggots that should not be.
Be alive!
Burn the heretic boys!
Scythe those with willing hands of murder,
cut them to their quick!
Mash those crazed brains,
crazed brains for the grinder
and bodies for the punishment due...
@ Steven Francis 2011
Where poetry meets metal! This ain't my 'serious' work, its just rancid scribblings. Let me explain: I have been a metal music fan since the age of ten and loved the over the top mayhem of the lyrics. This is where I abandon my poet's mask and write a few scriptures for the moshing air guitar !!
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