marduke's mazemerising

blood runs out of your dead lips
you have all got the same eyes
festered
stiched ones
you are all so small for me
almost as small as am i for you
someday
a great house of glass
i will build
i will be going out of it
to take a walk and shoot you
shoot you all men!
one by one
slowly
you… and you…
and you motherfucker
hundert hörensöhne!
but as a first i will shoot this one
who is guilty of everything
he is right in the middle of my skull
i have got you!