Infection of Malice

Gnaw on the meat,
Never leave it alone,
I've stolen gods place,
Dug up his old bones.

Slowly slice back and forth until,
I'm completely seduced.

Sick with love,
Sick with hate,
Taken gods place,
I've stolen his fate.

Now meet me at the cross,
Cause this is were we found Jesus,
Dead in a dumpster,
Chopped to pieces.

Ian Robert Potapoff