Death Therapy

A thousand stabs of a blade at a solemn chest
Without a quiver, the blood gushing out of this wreck
And as people sing glory to thy lord
For this rain of purest vintage
But human doesn’t recognize this blessing of purest blood
The blood a solemn messenger of life?
All in a sentence may a life be ruined?
And may I insult the human with such a death as of murder
Instead of waiting for the cancer of sins to slowly spread and feast
Feast on the flesh of lies
Feast on the bones that oh so long have abused this nations pride
And oh feast from the blood that within the cancer flows
Now this immobile corpse in sacrafice of purest blood
Infected with lies and nourished with forgiveness
Lays there and I done with my deed
Bring it to its chamber
And let it dwell on with the parasites of an afterlife
The parasites the hate it spread
The freedom long gone
And us the children of this nation long dead