Concealed Blade

from Wig of Flies by Hoboknife

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In psychotic dreams I prepare a gift
Writhing it soaks, whimpering it dies
As if from a trance I awaken to blistering screams
Before my eyes, a slaughter divine

And if I were god there would surely be nothing
Nothing so perfect that I could create
As these unmade bodies that I lay before you
Each limb asunder and torn from its mate

Oh, how I pay due heed to murderous detail
Each stroke of my blade fell with intent
Remove the hideous skin that lies, and reveal
The wounded and gaping icon I have rent

See, know, suffer
Bleed, break, bastard

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And if I were satan I’d delight in laughing
And mockingly spurn all who cling onto hope
With the face of a friend, I’d smile and lie
And then I would help you to tie your own rope

But like all of you I can only crawl blindly
Silently cursing the hell that I’ve made
Show me your weakness at your own peril
For mine is the gorefather’s concealed blade

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from Wig of Flies, released May 1, 2020

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