| Gift of Death |
|---|
| Slaughter the children. |
| To Protect the father. |
| The blood to water. |
| Aware inside my body. |
| Trapped in a pool of blood. |
| I dig my fingers in the open sores of the ones who’ve given up. |
| I hear them suffocate. |
| They are bloated. |
| A waste of life. |
| Relax my hands. |
| It’s a blessing. |
| Their eyes turn up. |
| I force mine down in the hole. |
| The gift of death is such a blessing for us. |
| Cut out my wicked eyes. |
| Gift of death. |
| Cut out my wicked eyes. |
| A gift is carved to hide the markings on palms. |
| A mask could hide the father. |
| Blood to water. |
| Blood to water. |
| Sacrifice like you do your daughters. |
| Blood to water. |
| Blood to water. |
| Their eyes turn up. |
| I force mine down. |
| The gift of death is such a blessing for us. |
| Sacrifice. |
| Cut out my wicked eyes. |
| Wicked eyes. |
