Into the Kill

[Georges]

Into the mind of the kill....
Looking into the eyes of the glazed, stared, victim's, inanimate, fill
And the smart cat managed to get out of the drowning bag
By sticking his claws into the leg of the stupid and ageing hag
Death is not always a predetermined fate....
Just an emotion of jealousy, greed or downright hate
And it can be a crime of the ultimate of passion, against love
Just like the Raven was created out of the duality of the white, dove
Mixed feelings that knows no end of time....
Slice me to pieces on the square of that mystic and straightened line
Don't offer my soul up, in sacrifice to the Divine....

Into the heart of the kill....
The silver knife does silence the beats and the ultimate thrill
Sadistic pleasure and power over the knowledge of the divine spark
Genetic mutilations for the shame and embarrassment of the Gothic, Eden, park
And the dark angels flew and smote and did smite
Deep into the Forrest in the middle of the night
And those that were saved and those that were spared
Were impregnated like the dissections of the startled, the stupefied and the uncared
Wise men were the product that did spring
Into the mind of the forgotten and hatred of the kings
And the Lark managed to muster a song and did sing....

Into the absolute kill....
Slumber and fall asleep underneath the Golden Hill
Keep murdering, if it be thy will....

Georges.