Sweetness

Sweetness, can't you smell the sweetness?
 My penchant for slicing flesh
 You'd bear no witness
 My sickness
 A most foul sickness
 The odor of death still clings to me
 So sweetly
 Too sweetly
 Living canvas just scream and scream
 For the last and the only son of divine sickness
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 I carve flowers in their flesh
 I always mourn for their deaths
 To see a fragile canvas rot and wither to dust
 The sweetest sweet scent of their fresh let blood
 Utter revulsion for what I've done
 This gross repugnant mission is my cross to bear
 My strength is in their pain
 Pure hate, pure hate
 Sacred yet profane
 Ordained, ordained
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 My life has taken this vicious turn
 An absurd icon that you might learn
 That flesh is weak
 A soul maligned you cannot trust
 Because hiding behind a pleasant smile
 Can be a tormented mind defiled
 Natured in a world that cultures hate
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 My sensitivity
 My brutality
 It's all relative