Sense of the Diabolic - Deeds of Flesh

What plagues the brain

To drive a clever child

Into what we see

As a threat to society

Plucking his victims

From the veins of the city

An endless supply

Of new desires

Fill the craving for

A sense of the diabolic

The killers of killers

Slumped the mangled body

Up against a tree

Like a hunched over scarecrow

In a fetal position

During torture

Trussed up like a hog

In the blackness of the forest

Screamings unheard

Gagging on dirt

Packed deep into the lungs

Eyes branded, have no color

Cornesa engraved

Random incisions sliced deep

Through the muscle exposing bones

What plagues the brain

To drive a clever child

Into what we see

As a threat to society

Plucking his victims

From the veins of the city

An endless supply

Of new desires

Fill the craving for

A sense of the diabolic

During torture

Trussed up like a hog

In the blackness of the forest

Screamings unheard

The killers of killers