On the day you died, they just left you there. Did you think that I didn't
Care? I just hated the idea of having no share. My stomach ached for some
Juicy flesh. That night on the hill. After the golgotha kill. You thought I
Would help, but I'm sorry. Jesus Christ. They nailed you alive. I tore you
Off, it hurt I'm sorry. I was waiting, then disappearing with you, for you to
Shine before God. Holding you in my arms with love. To eat you with love, with
Love.
Bloody blasphemy.
Writer(s): Henri Sattler, Bert Hoving, Jens Van Der Valk, Roel Sanders, Berthus Westerhuis
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