Internal Suicide

Roots of my soul temptated
Eyes burned with rusty-glass needles.
Jail walls are so hard
Fangs dissolved by fake belief.

The try
To steal
The minds
Of ourselves.
Frustration
Emanation
In wounds
Of laughing lamb.

True God
Was gone
Eternity
Ago.
Replaced
By fake
Saint corpse
We adore.

As slaves we borns
As worms we crawls and burns.
Let's celebrate our chains
No more no less remains.

Distorted bell
Sounds for God.
It knows smell
Of blade in blood.

Betrayer God behind
And from inside I died.
Internal suicide
The realm of morbid mind.