Violence Thy Worship

Against the sounds of the screams of the dying You can see her footsteps Obscene display of carnage, cruelty, and blood Gore covers everything in entropic stains Her laugh echoes in the screams of the dying The lust of the destroyer spilt upon the ground Profane undulations of her hips The eyes enticing torture and malice Her naked form, the catalyst of forever war The weak boundaries so easily forgotten Kill for yourself The lust overwhelming Kill to satisfy The appetites you claim not to have And you can’t look away from her even if you want to She’s got you around the neck, her pliant little bitch You’ll kill for money, power, hell you don’t fucking care Just to make them die gives you a purpose A being so sexualized, one of pure chaos She’ll make you cum and cum again But she’s going to need you to keep pulling the trigger She’s going to need you to kill and kill again Kill for yourself The lust overwhelming Kill to satisfy The appetites you claim not to have