i stare down your blood coated throat glancing back into what was daylight.
it shines on your dismembered body as vengeance
drips from my hand.
paint your walls with dead flesh.
watch it rot. let it stain.
a whore to your project, they suffer in
shackles of human exploitation.
chain of blood see it sleep.
rusty knife to apparatus.
sweat glazed palms.
eyes glisten with
bleed these scars you bear and let me p**s on your open wounds.
slip struggle to your feet.
choke on the wretched stench of
a whorehouse and let the innocent cry.
no more excuses now its your time to die.