Broken Man Full of Spite

There lies within a broken man full of spite.

pushed to the point of delirium.

Living a world of broken glass and stinging nettles.

Pour unto him the boiling water.

Burn and flay his skin of leather.

Join the tribe of languishing slaughter.

Watch the child cry screams

of leather belts and ringed hands.

Worship the slaughtered lamb

His cross a fire of gleaming laughter.

Dirty trials of his life already chosen

That pathway to happiness is frozen

His glass heart is shattered

Replaced by the machine

Of whirring cogs and broken clocks

Fuelled by the conditional love of lies

and reciprocated madness

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