Drown in surreptitious waters
Softly beckon thine martyr
Seduced into horrors
House my curse, she lays immersed
Smitten by tongues ever insidious
A supple one who knows not of my worst
Prior to his distinguished birth
Wondrous is the life
So eager to fulfill our pleasures so grim
I tilt the head back, I breathe in deep as if to obsess myself with him.
My nostrils flare to the pungent aura left by my bride.
Could she have known what I intended of her precious insides.
Dispose the womb
Cover her eyes
Disgrace the sloth
Raise the sacred prize
Unworthy as the one he's lost.
Oh Dreamer, you'll gaze your death away
Just as our son is mine to sway
A picture painted of a fetid life on display
Oh lover, the only love we shared was plastered 'tween your legs
An open orifice for me to lay my eggs
Alas, he's mine to mold
With pride I'll provide a foul serenade
Throughout ten years
Abuse and fear covet his life; not so dear
I raise them all to be these lifeless pawns
Retracting all of their freewill
A test for those who know no wrong
"My son, you'll enter the forest to slay them all"
With a grin as sharp as my blade
The dagger falls from my hand to his
"They will attempt to kill you first.... be sure to allure them to quench this thirst"
I wait until his footsteps clear from the night air before I begin to laugh so rabidly
Tonight! I'll pick the victim who possess' hellish wisdom
The air shocks my lungs; a frigid system problematic for the scene I have envisioned
This thicket's ascended into a burial ground for the children so pathetic
"In this field, you die!"
A war within these sullen woods
This once green haven transformed
He is the one
Howl at the trees
Blood is scattered upon cadavers and the bladed grass
He is the one
What shall he be?
A useful puppet that will precede me
The child lunges forth to engorge in the killing of his god