Verdict کے بول

Golden gown with the stench of incense Blood coloured velvet stained with sperm How young bite for your uncontrolled lust Pressed against the wall, with the gun in your ass and heart on a thread Not an easy way out, when you know whom you face Brainwhashed with all this silly philanthropy Do you really believe human life has the value they attribute it? How funny So many sliced wounds for my delight Deeper and deeper to the bone Skin covered with bleeding runic signs Lack of conscience Heartless and cold to your cries Madness culminates And the stabbing gets faster Watching the body ridden with a horrid nervous fit Final blessing before your impalement You’re honoured with taking over the place of Jesus It will be a pleasant look for your sheep Do you really believe human life has the value they attribute it? How funny