In the Void Contempt

Murder.
Such an odd little word,
It plagues my mind,
Like the obese cunt in McDonald's,
Mm, how I wish to rip her innards out,
And feed them to the hogs.

Plague.
Raping the little children of disease,
Dancing among the boils and sores,
We feed them pills under the lies,
And here we are lying,
Fuck you and your erotic fetishes.

Oh, have you even begun to sink into my mind,
Can you tell me of the horror stories and lies,
What is there I do declare is my only fetish,
Blood and gore, and rape and erotic nightmares,
They all seem fine dancing about up there,
Come here, come here, let us whisper sweet nothings.

Rape.
Let me charge you up with what I have,
Wipe the blood from your cunt,
Lick it on up from each finger tip,
How does it feel, how does it feel,
To have that cock tearing you apart?

Cured.
Will I ever be cured of the insanity,
Will it ever just go the fuck away,
His images, those images, the pain and scars,
Make them just go the fuck away,
I don't want to live anymore in fear.

Come, come little children to the place in the East.
Where all of the bombs and catastrophic events happen.
In a place so weary and gone from reality's beckon.
I cannot promise you will leave with such sanity,
Dance my little puppets, dance with every intentions.
Into the void contempt of my mind we shall go.