Blog 9 (eng)

I know the day will come

And my piss will fill in your fancy cups

My teeth will be served on your platters made of gold

And my period blood will paint your walls

Symbolize my holiness through the parchment you won't let my sinful fingertips touch

Praise my virginity by letting my children be reckless and loud

I know the day will come

My body will be left behind to rot in a room full of babies

The ones I cried for, the ones I died for

My babies and I will be skinned alive

My babies will cry, they will scream, they will die

But I'll still be around to feel their pain inside

What does it matter if my heart is beating in your rib cage, not mine?

No, it does not matter if my breath is running in your lungs,

If my blood is running in your veins,

If your thoughts are replacing the ones in my mind

I know the day will come

You will shower in the liquid you drained out of my womb

You will shower in my cum 

You will feel as pure as you felt the time you came out of your mom

Inside and outside

But my eyes will see your lies

The lies you keep telling yourself

Will be noticed by the eyes you blinded in time

I know the day will come

My legs will be spread

I will resemble a straight line

A white line that you will paint red

But once the line is red

It will be too late to realize that you shouldn't cross a red line

Not that I think you would mind

The line will resemble me

I will resemble life

You will remind me of death

I will remind you of birth

I will be gone the second a new punishment will be born

I know the day will come

You will not care whether I will be laying down on dirt or your silk sheets

You will darken the room

You will fasten your pace

The legs you parted overnight

Will reveal the deep hole that shines bright

The deer on your wall will shed a tear

The bear on your floor will shiver

The cheetah in your wardrobe will feel an urge to destroy and to run

All they will see will be two fellow animals in a lake unnaturally red

A lake that should've been blue and calm

I know the day will come

Your guests will be soon to arrive

The decorations on your table will not feel enough 

My and my babies vaginas will bloom right on time

Your servants will mistake them for beautiful flowers 

They will cut out precious body parts from the bush

They will place them in vases in a rush

Your guests will fade away as the smell fills in the air

Our heavenly intoxicating smell will get you high

I know the day will come

I will teach my children that we are gods and goddesses both

That we are meant to be worshipped

And that we created the ones that look us down

They will question as you try to stop us

They will walk the path I crawled

Their children will run the path they will walk

But a sticky shotgun will be a it takes to take back all the steps we will take

A sticky shotgun will be all it takes for you to maintain your kingdom of rage and hate

I know the day will come

But, darling, before it does

Before my mouth runs dry

Before my insides and yours become one

Before, with me, you're done

I would like to call you by your name one last time

My dear

Sick fuck 

Mankind