Where else can 
I go with my hate? 
Molesting my skin, 
I struggle to bleed 
No longer to bear the rage in me 
Am I an assassin to be ? 
Why not kill the ones without a will ? 
Why not burn the house of god ? 
Why not catch the insects and trap them all to dirt ? 
So close to the line where 
I will snap 
It’s taking over, bloodlust fury 
Christians in sight, knife in command 
Away with the law, death is at hand 
Trying to save my sanity, through prayers working weak 
I don’t expect them to succeed, my soul’s lost 
I will always bleed, which way shall 
I fly To let them know the beast, that dwells in my heart unleashed 
The cross of 
Fury !!! On their way to make me pray 
But whatever they say it’s rotten 
They bother my will and plan to kill 
Sperm of the miserable crucifix 
They are blind 
Kill their kind 
I bleed and sow the seed of 
Satan Feel the demon grow 
Flourished from my pain 
Purified from anger……
I am sane