[written by: Thompson/Fitzgerald] Awaken to cervix lavished with incisive cutlery Pain endorses silence, yet whimpers seep Sight blurred, but feeling of wet and warm Welcomes your touch No teeth, cracked lips, what once was a sweet mouth Trickles blood and phlegm Tear ducts rippling, take in abomination Your sisters lie scattered amongst you Most dead, few clinging to life Ungentle to delicate features, Engulfed in the rot Of fellow gender you soak Completely disrobed you slither across silky insides Determined to escape, Yet escape embellishes imagination The uninviting sound of footsteps pulsate your ears Through the door comes generous a**ailant Introducing his steel toe to your face Appearance smashed, life drains from Soft green eyes...life is no more Your soul belongs to no god, Your soul belongs to pain Dead lump of flesh s**ually disorganized Mangled where you were f**ed...how ironic Look what faith has brought you What's it like to receive no answer? Do you now see?