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