Commune

Too dead to fade to black
Blind to the bloody stain
I taste the foetid
I taste the pleasure of decay

I am your broken back
A barbed wire mane
A taste of heaven
In your mothers hell

You speak of me with scorn
While you bleed among the minarets
Humanity
It’s a lie

I killed your god
Now you see
His blood flows out from me

This day I feed you
With the joy of my death

© 2006, Mosquitobyte