Mutilation of the Flesh

Post mortal suffering,
when you beg for your soul in hell.
Burning in eternity,
the result of a living lie.
Words of a fallen savior,
are feeding my hate.
Revolting thoughts of an unclean mind,
soon to be ended

I will not accept your words,
I will not obey.
I am not one of many,
who's living like a slave.

I will start collecting,
corpses for my mass grave.
Mutilation of the flesh,
will be their final stage.

(Copyright 2002 by Michael Hofmans, my brother)