Profane Martyr

Suppurated boils cover your face Gushing down your chin, superabundant Pus Epileptic scraggly limbs leave a weightless impression Nailed to a wooden cross Like thumbtacks to a wall I made you a martyr Like hundreds before Picking you off the hazy streets The missing of a crackhead junkie Crown of thorns placed on your head now Piercing through your empty skull Snorting up the stench of blood Profane creation, added to my quantum I made you a martyr Like hundreds before I crack head vigilante Exalted above all law