deepundergroundpoetry.com
MEAT FOR THE GRINDER
Darkness descending down on me
Is like long lost company
A bloodbath, do the math
Because you can’t match the wrath
Of a motherfucking psychopath
Violence on the horizon
From vista to vista, son
So I spit fucking shit
Becoming cryptic with tics
Like a motherfucking lunatic
There’s a storm of blood
Let it in
Demon on the wind
Let it in
God in the graveyard
Let it in
Drag me through fire
Let it in
Someone pounded an iron nail
In my coffin I left to rot
How is it normal to miss Hell
When suffering’s over the top?
Swear I could never shed a tear
When I live a life without fear
I curse the sky and kill and maim
And wash your guts down rain
I could never be like you
Cattle to the slaughter
Lead them all too me
Brothers and mothers
Fathers and daughters
Meat for the grinder
Bodies in my basement on hooks
Decaying alone in the dark
So cold and dead the cunt I took
Tattooed with the devil’s mark
Stringing innards just like garland
Singing your song across the land
A carol from the devil’s cock
Don’t die, bitch, you’re on the clock
There’s a storm of blood
Let it in
Demon on the wind
Let it in
God in the graveyard
Let it in
Drag me through fire
Let it in
Madness descending down on me
Like long lost company
Whimsical, my symbol
To answer the call of claws
Of a motherfucking imbecile
Murder of crows before the storm
Echoes upon the war horns
Patch of fur, I concur
Laced wormwood and myrrh, abhor
I’m a motherfucking torturer
I could never be like you
Cattle to the slaughter
Lead them all too me
Brothers and mothers
Fathers and daughters
Meat for the grinder
My scars scream your name
A reminder for our lovely time
A trophy of a perfect crime
Fuck you like the other slain
I could never be like you
Cattle to the slaughter
Lead them all too me
Brothers and mothers
Fathers and daughters
Meat for the grinder
I could never be like you
Cattle to the slaughter
Lead them all too me
Brothers and mothers
Fathers and daughters
Meat for the grinder
(c) 2017 Frank Green
Is like long lost company
A bloodbath, do the math
Because you can’t match the wrath
Of a motherfucking psychopath
Violence on the horizon
From vista to vista, son
So I spit fucking shit
Becoming cryptic with tics
Like a motherfucking lunatic
There’s a storm of blood
Let it in
Demon on the wind
Let it in
God in the graveyard
Let it in
Drag me through fire
Let it in
Someone pounded an iron nail
In my coffin I left to rot
How is it normal to miss Hell
When suffering’s over the top?
Swear I could never shed a tear
When I live a life without fear
I curse the sky and kill and maim
And wash your guts down rain
I could never be like you
Cattle to the slaughter
Lead them all too me
Brothers and mothers
Fathers and daughters
Meat for the grinder
Bodies in my basement on hooks
Decaying alone in the dark
So cold and dead the cunt I took
Tattooed with the devil’s mark
Stringing innards just like garland
Singing your song across the land
A carol from the devil’s cock
Don’t die, bitch, you’re on the clock
There’s a storm of blood
Let it in
Demon on the wind
Let it in
God in the graveyard
Let it in
Drag me through fire
Let it in
Madness descending down on me
Like long lost company
Whimsical, my symbol
To answer the call of claws
Of a motherfucking imbecile
Murder of crows before the storm
Echoes upon the war horns
Patch of fur, I concur
Laced wormwood and myrrh, abhor
I’m a motherfucking torturer
I could never be like you
Cattle to the slaughter
Lead them all too me
Brothers and mothers
Fathers and daughters
Meat for the grinder
My scars scream your name
A reminder for our lovely time
A trophy of a perfect crime
Fuck you like the other slain
I could never be like you
Cattle to the slaughter
Lead them all too me
Brothers and mothers
Fathers and daughters
Meat for the grinder
I could never be like you
Cattle to the slaughter
Lead them all too me
Brothers and mothers
Fathers and daughters
Meat for the grinder
(c) 2017 Frank Green
Published 2nd Aug 2017
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 7
reading list entries 1
comments 10
reads 704
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
Anonymous
2nd Aug 2017 4:35am
Hell yes!!!! I love it!
2nd Aug 2017 4:42am
Anonymous
2nd Aug 2017 4:42am
Hades.. my brother.. bring the double bass.. hell yeah..
Dave
Dave
2nd Aug 2017 4:51am
Anonymous
2nd Aug 2017 5:44am
Lord Hades, so feeling this write and I am imagining (what I call) the chugs that would be behind this with the deep throated tones up out front...and that's a first for me, lol...
"Bodies in my basement on hooks
Decaying alone in the dark
So cold and dead the cunt I took
Tattooed with the devil’s mark
Stringing innards just like garland
Singing your song across the land
A carol from the devil’s cock
Don’t die, bitch, you’re on the clock"
~ loved!
xoxo Sweet Sacrifice
"Bodies in my basement on hooks
Decaying alone in the dark
So cold and dead the cunt I took
Tattooed with the devil’s mark
Stringing innards just like garland
Singing your song across the land
A carol from the devil’s cock
Don’t die, bitch, you’re on the clock"
~ loved!
xoxo Sweet Sacrifice
2nd Aug 2017 2:22pm
2nd Aug 2017 6:27pm
"Murder of crows before the storm
Echoes upon the war horns
Patch of fur, I concur
Laced wormwood and myrrh, abhor
I’m a motherfucking torturer"
my Darkest Lord this put a wicked smile on face :)
you are fucking bad ass
hell yeah!!!
love Crim
Echoes upon the war horns
Patch of fur, I concur
Laced wormwood and myrrh, abhor
I’m a motherfucking torturer"
my Darkest Lord this put a wicked smile on face :)
you are fucking bad ass
hell yeah!!!
love Crim
3rd Aug 2017 4:17am
6th Aug 2017 7:36am
This one brought a smile to my face. For some, reason it released some anger within my chest, letting me breath easier. I thank you for writing this.
6th Aug 2017 8:08am
