Off With Their Heads

Send for me the seraphs
they’ll burn on the stake
Like did my sisters of craft…why…
I will not repent
I will not bow down
To your idols of filth…never…
Mortified and tortured
to burn at the stake
Is my cruel fate…I shall burn…
Within the mind I am sick
Thoughts of genocide
Mea culpa
I want to see you all dead
These painful flames
they can now touch me
As my last words I curse…you…
As a plague I shall return
to wipe out you all
From the face of this…planet…
Within the mind I am sick
Thoughts of genocide
Mea culpa
I want to see you all dead
Within the mind I am unclean
The more I see, the more I hate
Like a disease
I want to see you all dead
Mauled by the horrid disease
This world will be sacrificed
Generations can fear again
There’s reason for brutality
Hatred leads to homicide
Desperation leads to suicide
Wisdom leads to genocide
I want to see you all dead
…Off with their heads!
I attend atrocities
orgies
In their most grotesque form
Unite with the dead
Left to rot in piles..