Made to Suffer

At dusk
Stoned and raring to hunt
It’s time to cut
You have nowhere to run
Rot teeth
Like something died
Smells like your sin
I’m made to suffer
Cry out «it's a shame»
I don’t get the joke?
I don’t even know your name?
In vien
Earths culling
(which serpents like)
These precious types
I can suffer (I like it so far)
Shadow misanthrope
I don’t need to know your name
I don’t get the joke
So far