slaughtered

one's own kingman, christ person, woman god. at battle with a mass astrengent. the bond that blends the weak to the wise. it's a safe assumption, that you'd want to save me now. but i'll never face castration. for your sacred sow is left, slaughtered. brainwashed by me. myself influence i. bird brained, world saver. a fake god rests dead inside you. it's a safe assumption, that you'd want to save me now. but i'll never face castration. for your sacred sow is left, slaughtered. system destroyed. exposed and unployed. the fruit of intention, cry for their dead, but turning their head, to ignore reality's claw. knife to your wrist, syringe in your arm, is your ounce of prevention. give what you made, and under your name on your grave, is salvation. a big fucking joke. slaughter the pig, the self righteous king, for your own restoration. god is in your chest and faith kills what is precious, for death is unanswered. slaughtered. do sin