Violent Winter

You screamed for the pigs Nothing but a violent act Nothing but mothers smeared pulp Nothing, maggot to writhe in the sun Nothing, a bleeding gash Nothing, swing of hammer fists Tearing, no longer hear your tongue Crying, broken mind and skull Begging, your last breath Never, fear will guide you Never show mercy, never Nothing but an empty coward Teeth, cut across my hands Pain, the pleasure I give you Broken, dreamt of this force Bleeding, in the darkest of night Nothing, turn man to child Hatred, a way I never knew Now you've seen the light