Dripping with Disgust

Incarnadine
 To wash the body of god in blood
 When human nature is motive to kill
 Soothsayer will be hunted
 Do not confess on pain with death
 In this dark age the truth is the destroyer
 The tyranny of the mindless right
 To persecute unsacred plight
 From defected birth to deserved end
 A blasphemy to live
 With ancient curse
 The hidden shame
 Never to create
 A living sin
 And god to blame
 Duty compells to hate
 A black psychosis
 Hidden murderous lust
 A poisoned blade
 Gilt edged and dripping with disgust
 Spread a plague
 To fight a plague
 Hatred cloacked if fear
 Lesions
 Devour the brain
 Screaming they'll meet their end
 A black psychosis
 Hidden murderous lust
 A poisoned blade
 Clandestine edged and dripping with disgust
 No room to breathe, no such fantasy
 A last gasp as riddled with disease you fall
 Fighting fire
 With holy fire
 Tragedy revealed
 Innocence
 Irrelevant
 Vengeance it its own reason
 A black psychosis
 Hidden murderous lust
 A poisoned blade
 Wretched edged and dripping with disgust
 Incarnadine
 An image of god now drowning in blood