Compelled

Let me close shut and bring the end of your story Greave in the pain that I bring as my hears pounds Limbs of a mantis as they strip in america's glory Scream into your ear can hear the deafening sounds? ' The hate I harbor is more than can be expelled My eyes begin to drown in the devils adrenaline Break apart your fingers I feel so compelled Your gushing meat is that of rotting venison ' Cringe in pleasure to the hearing of your scream This distinction lets you feel my beating breath Poor the warm bucket of blood into the stream You will not yet see the heinous face of death ' This pleasure withers throughout me to no end Chisel your backbone and let the blood out Taking pictures then letting people see is what I intend