Hallucinations of Religon

by Ian Robert   Oct 14, 2004


Painstakingly picked the skin from his face,
Obscurity turning me back,
Suddenly taking the knife inside,
A violent removal of flesh from bone,
Slashing artisticaly creating a mutation,
The grave shakes with life,
Crushing religious faith,
Revolting bloodbath,
Hallucination's tell me to kill them all,
God shows me exactly what to do,
I butchered them into the ground,
Massacre of humans,
Slit my wrists in suicide,
Open my skull too set me free.

Ian Robert Potapoff

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