The Butcher

Glanced my own reflection proud, smart, red fingers i set you in my sight i am the Butcher painted by nature i'll massage you with my fingers shall your prey still find room from which dream let those who are in favor with their stars sing a dull tune hath not in mine eye maybe deceived i view in thee skinny fingers poisened before the mud i like to eat the maggots the squiggy ones, yes your hurtling through life at a phenomenal speed buying, buying, buying like your lifes depend on it a well programmed species Japan, North America, England If thou survive... awaken this night will come again conjure before the Gods