Most gruesome story.

Have you ever dreamt that you were in a room and knew that you shouldn't be there
Although it was dark you knew that there was entrails on the floor and blood everywhere
The scent and scene is dam near pornographic it's so vile
Your better judgement succumbs allowing your imagination to run wild

You see chains with hooks hanging from the beams
You're clutching a serated blade with a brass knuckle handle ready to ream
Your face is torn in a mad man's smile
You lie down in the entrails and reminisce for awhile

Yes you can see it oh so clear how you got them each to show up here
It wasn't a reunion, that you knew them, or that they were oh so near and dear
A promise of music with free food and drinks brought in more than half
And with a promise of hatred the rest followed suit, not knowing that I laughed under my mask

No one realize that this was Guyanna and Jim Jones made the punch
But the first to die, was the first to get a hunch
Ooh to cut through the jugular and feel your self sprayed in tthe face
And to open your mouth wider not realizing that you liked the taste

This annouces the start of the music, as the screams dam near burst your eardrums
Overhead lights turned off, strobe lights turned on so that you can see everyone run
Motherfuckers lifted on to hooks slam dancing in the air
Bitches moving to a rythm as the blade rips and tears

Doors locked and chain as a mic stand enters a bitches brain
Not to masterbate then and there was hard to refrain
I blacked out for the briefest of moments as waves of pleasure washed over me
Then transformed into Zorro as I slashed everyone else with a Zee

Disemboweled and hanged from hooks,
A room of souls being harvested by only one crook
The dance floor opens with the glow from the pit
The sweet smell of hell is all up in this bitch

There are stairs appearing from out of no wheres
Descending into the heat and screams down there
With me taking the lead and marching everyone down one step at a time
This is but one fucked up thing that runs through my mind  

We hear the gunfire off in the distance
We find ourself picking up pace in that direction
No more than filth covered skeletons trekking through the jungle
War harden with dead men eyes looking for the next skirmish

We know our positions and the way that we each move
The natural predators here give us a wide girth
For they have all agreed this is man's war
They have agreed to come together as one and clean up the battlefields

But for now and from afar they watch as we kill
They don't understand it, because we are defying the laws of nature
We are killing for no reason, not food or any form of survival
But for dominance and money, or dominance of money

Things that nature doesn't understand or planned
As we cleared the brush we came upon a scene
There were bodies upon bodies and all in between
More than half died with their eyes opened wide

Shit you could see the pain and suffering, and yes there was fright
The flies had already dined and left maggots everywhere
Crawling in and out of orifices, and all through their hair
There was a soldier cut in half with something moving under his shirt

I placed two rounds into the squirming to stop the post mortem hurt
While picking our way through this field of bodies and entrails
We had walked through at least two football fields of bodies and guts
We were all struck at once, where was the blood

But then the shooting returned in the distance and the answer became clear
All blood was given to those that sent us over here
As we move out we forget about those that send but never went
We can only hope that all monies earned, they choke on every cent
   

My tongue slowly licks bloody droplets from my fangs
Why was I awoken, why this time was I only hang
To awake this time and find my castle over ran by them
I tried to remember the world that I left while eating a limb
 
With meat all in my teeth and specks clinging to my lips
I separated to more limbs caught within my grips
When I was hang women wore dresses dragging the ground
Now all over my castle there are asses and titties bouncing all around
 
As I finish up this thing I wonder how many more will it take
Will I feast enough tonight before the dawn breaks
Speaking of break another thing was caught and killed on the stairs
Neck bitten into and ripped, no one heard the tear
 
Mmmm, the warm taste of her blood hitting the back of my throat
Yes this one was still a virgin I could wear her skin as a dress coat
But now there’s now time for fear or secrecy as I regenerate, as I feed
Right there on the stairs I drank and tore at everything that I need
 
Flashbacks hit me of me punching through chest and ripping out hearts
Hidden in plain sight not worrying about being caught
Entrails devoured my breath smelling of shit and death
Everything is needed for my health as I reclaim my castle and wealth
 
Money recycling as I’m resurrected life after life
Burned at the stake, I died upon the cross, had my throat ripped with a knife    
but they come, they always do, the world becomes overfilled
Awaking to each thing tastier than the last, each dying for the kill�

We hear the gunfire off in the distance
We find ourself picking up pace in that direction
No more than filth covered skeletons trekking through the jungle
War harden with dead men eyes looking for the next skirmish

We know our positions and the way that we each move
The natural predators here give us a wide girth
For they have all agreed this is man's war
They have agreed to come together as one and clean up the battlefields

But for now and from afar they watch as we kill
They don't understand it, because we are defying the laws of nature
We are killing for no reason, not food or any form of survival
But for dominance and money, or dominance of money

Things that nature doesn't understand or planned
As we cleared the brush we came upon a scene
There were bodies upon bodies and all in between
More than half died with their eyes opened wide

Shit you could see the pain and suffering, and yes there was fright
The flies had already dined and left maggots everywhere
Crawling in and out of orifices, and all through their hair
There was a soldier cut in half with something moving under his shirt

I placed two rounds into the squirming to stop the post mortem hurt
While picking our way through this field of bodies and entrails
We had walked through at least two football fields of bodies and guts
We were all struck at once, where was the blood

But then the shooting returned in the distance and the answer became clear
All blood was given to those that sent us over here
As we move out we forget about those that send but never went
We can only hope that all monies earned, they choke on every cent