Gather around and take your blades, sever your <br />Flesh from your veins and pour all blood into <br />The holy bath, acquire the addiction of feeling the <br />Blood flow down your arms, as the light vanishes to dusk <br /> <br />Drink from the veins of the deceased, cover the walls <br />Of this church with the skin of a thousand innocent <br />Corpses, light the torches and burn the swords, <br />Dig deeper and listen to the dissonant melody of angels <br /> <br />Now draw the pentagram in your blood and focus your hate, <br />The dark light shines down as the hate manifests <br />Into a living, breathing creature, baptize this newborn <br />Abomination in the blood, and Wretched was finally born <br /> <br />Bind the soul to human flesh, these acts not made <br />By my hand, this was the very beginning of my eternal <br />Journey, I afterward created the world I will arrive to <br />After death, everlasting hatred will be my guide<br /><br />Michael Robertson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/baptized-in-the-blood-of-dissipated-self-mutilation-addicts/
