Abandoned broken and bleeding. A feast for their eyes a spectacle. A murder of the forsaken. A scapegoat for their suffering. Burn me alive x2. I feel the hatred behind their eyes.
I am the ever-forsaken. Bastard child of your disease. Your dead and abandoned. Strung up for all of you to see.. Naked and screaming. So beautiful, profane. The essence of bleeding, the scars that bear my name. I am the hatred incarnate. I am the chocked and dying screams. I am the sickness inside you longing for... This is the hate that surrounds you. Pray for the endless touch of death. Now burning inside you. I am the scars of your disease..
A sickening display, a scar for every line. The beauty and the pain of total agony. These lacerations, the stench of slow decay. It desecrates, making beautiful profane.
To be young and to be pure and to be bold. Only to rise one way to the strength. On way to perceive our sacrificial tendencies. These were the gifts provided by our statured gods.