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Goat Reich
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At night she wakes with terror and despair.
Her screams waking the (bones of the) house, cutting through the moldy air.
Sadie lies in bed, tears in her eyes.
Father unable( to do something,) frozen by mother´s side.
His hands on her shoulders, they should support.
He tries to reach but his veins are way too short.
Visions of some old box amongst Katie´s other things.
Haunt her sleep, keep pulling her like strings.
I walked your churches, they reeked of piss.
I´d cut my head right off, just to feel bliss.
Neverending night, cut the sky with glass.
I am just like you, rotting in the grass.
(Rage through the boxes, forget her face for once.
Shedding skin that seemed to weigh a million tons)
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Aeons of the sacred knowledge is dripping from the old pages.
Cutting her hands as she touches the torn book, the smell of ages.
Human skin, found in the attic.Shit and blood, used as human ink.
Ancient spell, a sick ritual, Swallowing glass,a twisted thrill.
(Goat hide as a cover, a cold lick of a raspy tongue on the side of her heart.)
(The nightmares have gone, now visions overtake.
A ritual where the future of her bloodline are at fucking stake.
Sadie feel the air tightening around her throat like wires.
Mom feel the goat´s presence like a distant slumbering coalfire.
Dad hides in the distance, he stays at work longer and longer,
His conscience can´t perceive the force which always gets stronger.
Wrapping the house in a sense of constant dread.
Visions of Katie in the Ground, Visions of Katie, Dead.)
This ancient energy, the force field grows,
Mother feels it too, she watches as she goes,
To the graveyard, flowers in her hand.
Like Katie had, before her life´s end.
Her daughter buried, a feast for the vermin.
She will find who did this, and fucking destroy them.
She clutches the bouquet, a pedal falls to earth.
No one can imagine, the hatred and the hurt.
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Dissolving your body in a pool of acid.
Just a stinking shrieking slab of meat.
Corrosive liquid eating the flesh from your hands and feet.
I am rolling in the waste your body bleeds.
Emesis masking the stench of your shit.
Blood and fecal matter running down your limbs.
Now submerging you in the caustic waste.
Bacteria and infections gnawing at your face.
Gastric juices erupting from my throat.
You are the perfect sacrifice for the almighty goat.
Ramming my moisten crotch into your (drained) sockets.
Flesh starts melting, muscles form pockets.
Fucking them till the skin peels off.
I finger myself with what has fallen off.
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