Offer Thy Hand

what hallowed shell
dost thou invoke?
mind rittled in contorted sin

corpse left urinating upon thyself
lighten thy blessings young demon
force thy will into his pungant veins

for what is he who has nothing
a rightly coiled snake
posed and ready for striking

he who has nothing, needs we
and we will be here for him
to carress his every ache and pain
to give him new life

we are reprensentative of One
thy curled tongues may lap stories of deciet
but in thy bitter searchings thou have only found we three

and we three will take thee
to an utmost private land
where there be no talk of harm
and no pain to offer thee

just the goods of thy well sewn soil
sewn in all the blood that we gave to thee
blood from the hands of those who had thy soul

we will rip it from out their bodies
all the true glory in the world
to be painted upon yourself

just offer us thy hand