The Lowest Filth - Medeia

Dine upon this hatred Let the razors cut your stomach open Bleeding through your wedding dress My post mortem beauty queen Once your wings melted You descended

The smell of a carcass Hangs in the air I wait for the putrid scent To reach my nostrils So I can vomit yet again We'll rot together in this hole You and me, et

We're gathered here to be splattered here Along the wall in a circular shape Just like a pill, washed down with laudanum We corrode our insides Hands stretched

Right in my face I can't hear This body has become mutilated by fear In hunger I swallowed my tongue My touch is a mute's scream With an unctuous smile she used

On the cement floor lies a cross made From your intestines Embracing your commitment And the cause you died for People around relish the sacrifice And Can't sto

The break of dawn From what no one Should have survived A few remained To witness a new day On top of the slayed Your grace The cold embrace Like always We want

My dogma, a trait of this war Leads to an endless oblivion I can't see beyond this fixation As it gouged my eyes out I'll fall But never hit the ground Abolishi

Sew back the upholstery The heart's been removed Compelled to contempt The sentence renewed Reflection of a sickle Glows in her eyes As the urge grows Like a sw

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