Life of a Rapist
How dare you stand at the pulpit and preach about the coming of Christ,
You havent went through hell, because you meet me only once in your life
Your hands should have caught fire as you dipped them into the holy water,
Smeared on the cheeks of her face, as I deplete the everlasting life of your daughter
and I wish you would choke and spit on the hypocrisy of your own words,
there'll never be a chance again, to hear the whistles of the birds
Does your conscience bother you at all, or do you still it with the wine
Living as a slave in your mind, there's no way Earth'll be ever divine
It is all that I can see, a black rock that hides your sins
Confessed and cleansed with a rinse, against a child of innocence
Who will absolve you for you have trespassed in the worst kind of way,
I carried your guilt for many years, and I felt the shame
The filth you uttered into her ears,as your satanic hands lifted her skirt
You can feel the presence of Lucifer, from where and when he would lurk
It is a secret you told me and I kept it for a long time,
Though the pain is dense and sane is best, it went along by
it weighed like a stone around my neck, let your soul puke,
So I turn it over to you, may it drag you down and expose you.
May you burn into eternity
in the flames of Satan's hell.
I have overcome,
yet I shudder when I see you
and I hate all that you stand for.
Never would I have imagined
the sights before my eyes
the odor of flesh was so strong
and oh so loud were their cries,
yet silent at the same time
Can you imagine the sights I saw
what it was like to see the remains
of these horrific crimes
To see blood splattered
all over the walls
As I walked through the halls of hell
I saw the starved and beaten
the dying and dead
All enclosed in a box
which was considered a cell
They had been mal-nourished
worked to the bone
and received no medical care
They had obviously been misused
and tortured
and their lives were clearly unfair
The dominant ones took everything
including their hair
They had no choice but to endure pain
of which nobody should ever have to bare
I saw a man too weak to lift his head
He looked of skin and bones
I watched him lay there
A skeleton in the bed
The barracks contained beds to the sky
Fifty people could fit
One hundred and fifty
were forced to try
It was during that time
that I came to discover
Suffering is universal
there isn't any cover
at some time it's eye will see us all
whether were a man, woman,
child or mother
Unfortunately, these poor souls
were seen by it's eye
and so many of them happened to die
Always will I remember
the memories I contain
The sights I saw
The misery
and the pain.
Told to be a focused earth, when the enthralled are being knuckled down,
the crimson shed of man's heart, smears the vivid pure bridal gown.
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