Disfigured Anonymity - Trigger the Bloodshed

With a sterile preception of a reformation that was made through a cell

A sympathy assumed to those who are societies decrepit ones

A psuedo being accepted, before a truth exposed to all

Protected by those protecting

Failure to abide, outside our

Failure to atone outside of our protection

You should have been thrown, outcast, directly to the lions

Without thought or despair, an extradition to real justice

A suited ghost existence void of numbers and statistics

A scarring alteration, a sign of what you truly are

Disfigured then released, forever recognized by none

But recognized, by all who behold your monstrous figure

Entrapped, by an advert for your ever sickening state of mind

Left in scorn, abolished and adhorred, removing skin and flesh

Scraping out your putrid tissue

Remold your facial form with nails and screws drilled deep into your skull

Into your skull, rebuild to reform

Your wounds stitched deeply scarring, you’re true identity

Cast back to this world with disfigured anonymity

Mutilated dilapidated remanence

Eternally incarcerated by your voilations to this earth