Gift of Death - iwrestledabearonce

Slaughter the children.

To Protect the father.

The blood to water.

Aware inside my body.

Trapped in a pool of blood.

I dig my fingers in the open sores of the ones who’ve given up.

I hear them suffocate.

They are bloated.

A waste of life.

Relax my hands.

It’s a blessing.

Their eyes turn up.

I force mine down in the hole.

The gift of death is such a blessing for us.

Cut out my wicked eyes.

Gift of death.

Cut out my wicked eyes.

A gift is carved to hide the markings on palms.

A mask could hide the father.

Blood to water.

Blood to water.

Sacrifice like you do your daughters.

Blood to water.

Blood to water.

Their eyes turn up.

I force mine down.

The gift of death is such a blessing for us.

Sacrifice.

Cut out my wicked eyes.

Wicked eyes.