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