G.S.L.

As i awake 6 feet under, i can smell the stench of my own cadáver being devoured by maggots, Malovelent desperation, and agony Make me Confulse and engorge my own vomit

 Smashing my skull on the wooden casket as it ruptures Nothing seems to imply the absence of agitation
 Suffocating as i excavate out of this grave
I can already hear hundreds screaming.
 As i stand and reach the surface, skin torn
and guts exposed through the rib cage. 

I have never felt more alive 

I view through the horizon 
A church among the hill 
impetuos vehemence as i approach the holy doors
 Desecration and blashphemy in my incoherent mind 
Nausseated as i make my entrance
 Tumbling and puking on holy floors 

Indisposed and screaming out my lungs
 A priest kneels frightend infront of the wooden cross Its he who i urge to demoralize
 Hearing his prayers as i crawl towards the weaping scum

 Shall he save you now? 

giving him a taste of my disfigured body
 Reaching climax as i f*ck the priest
 Blood dripping down his thighs
 As Jesús bled for you
 You shall now bleed for him