A scream engaged to peel your eyelids back.
Her skin like silk, my lips like knives.
A marriage of art and atrocity.
A sultry silhouette ensemble.
Rib into lung. Head on collision.
Tooth into tongue. Insipid succubi.
Match to the fuse.
And I'm un-anesthetically revived,
so ashamed that I survived.
A faceless fuck betrothed to his bedside,
A bed pan for a bride.
"And now that this curse is in my blood,
a time of redemption has begun.
A song for the ages, silent and sweet."
The voice of forever singing through me.
Our varicose unholy abortionist
inquisitors' black crusade.
To cleanse your womb unfit for demon seed.
An anti-nest for the anti-christ.
Artist: Sugar Stems
Artist: Prodigy
Artist: Anti Flag