Spitting irrelevant psalms. Spewing and dribbling harm. Vomit phosphorescence. Empty, worthless lessons. Faith. Inciting a blindness of the mind. Your paralysing zeal is numbing your heart. I will fuck up your dreams. Halt the spread of your wretched disease. A sickness, a bane, a curse to stop us gleaming. This shit you're preaching to the prey you're deceiving. I tried to escape, I tried to break free. But this shit never wanted to leave me. I thought I’d escaped, I thought I was free. But this shit always comes back to grind me. If this is your light I’ll snuff it out. I’ll tear up your angels and break your heart. Fracture your faith and soil your hope. It ends when you’re hanging by rope. Wounded and punished for your crimes and your sins. Regretting and detesting the moment when your life did begin.

Bored. Bored of living. So I've bored into myself. Keep the wound open. Let it bleed. Burning acid through the stomach. Treating the body like a rag. Organs swimming in poison. Burnt lungs crackling with tar. There's no point pretending to be human. I am so much less. Binging on filth in the name of Satan. Stinking of beer, piss and death. Death. Piss and death. Spitting black mucous in your face. I am a wretched fucking sight. Bloodshot eyes staring, unblinking. Scarred leather skin crawling with disease. Hanging out in the gutter. Feasting in on lice. A sight that makes you shudder. Counting the seconds 'til death. 'Til death.

Fouling yourself by begging for mercy. Gritting your teeth and pulling at ropes. Waves of fire surge through your body. As the knife finds your skin and starts to peel. Human curtains hang from the windows. Slack, deflated skin-sacks, sour human debris. You try to close your eyes but the filth surrounds you. You hear nothing but your pounding heart and tearing flesh. Flayed... Blood is in your eyes as you are flayed. Facing death itself as you are flayed. Memories of life begin to fade Life begins to fade as you are flayed. Lying in the dirt, weeping and bleeding. Peeled to death, skinless and seeping. Your form, your body, your life’s achievement. Should it be subject to this kind of treatment? Splayed in the dust, draining and screaming. Pared of your rind, scalpless and dripping. Your corpse, your carcass, your life’s aggrievement. Violently subject to this brutal treatment. You will be dead, I’ll peel your head. You will be killed, purpose fulfilled. Your corpse displayed, thoroughly flayed. Nowhere to hide, you will soon die. You will be flayed. Flayed to death. Sinew exposed. The seam complete. The face peels completely off. Who am I to deny, Such artisan precision? I am your flesh, I wear it proudly. I play their game, I play it well. And when the time presents itself, I will gladly, Flay another, human shell. You are now dead, I’ve peeled your head. You have been killed, purpose fulfilled. Your corpse displayed, thoroughly flayed. This game I’ve played, you have been flayed.

Paws in one pile, legs in another. Tear off the skin and use it to cover. The piles of cut meat, the signs of defeat. Animal destroyed, life-cycle complete. Nothing wasted but little gained. A runaway dog fatally maimed. A soft shiny coat over smooth silky skin. Now chunks of muscle and fat in a bin. A family pet, a precious heirloom. A child’s best friend denied of a tomb. Now crude protein for peasants and pigs. Meat chewed straight off the husk of its ribs. Success rate is low with the apprentice in action. Skills slowly sharpened by the master’s reactions. Canine steaks, shanks and fillets on plates. Choice cuts compensate for the student’s mistakes. These sculptures of meat, a triumph of flesh. The butcher revels in his pupil’s success. The training complete, apprentice no more. Now she can flay far more dogs than before. Her status achieved, the butcher relieved. His student turned master, his knives can be sheathed. Her trail of despair only just beginning. Dogs running helpless are dogs she’ll be skinning. The new butcher finds herself a fledgling student. One who maims even though they know they shouldn’t. Cycle of anguish and death starts fresh again. A legacy carried on through years of pain. Paws in one pile, legs in another. Tear off the skin and use it to cover. The piles of cut meat, the signs of defeat. Animal destroyed, life-cycle complete.

What was once a cast iron will has been left to rust. No signs of immunity, just airways caked in crust. Cut down in the prime of his life, a cut by no means clean. No other future but to know what the virus would eventually come to mean. Twisted up inside, eyes shut tight against the light. Stomach wrings itself, like a cloth mopping up a life. Rancid, rank discharge, suppurating lymph nodes grown to bursting. Every breath a chore. Capillaries collapse, blackening the skin. This man has breathed his last, his very prayers iconoclast. His kin around his bed, now they're infected too. Can you fathom being one of them, your whole bloodline disintegrating in front of you. The bodies of those bed ridden, curdling beneath the sheets. While those who remain living, wander retching and frenzied into the streets. Daughter heads to the river, in a fever dream. Falls headlong into the water, to rot away beneath the reeds. This river runs through a city. Foul, diseased. By virtue of her callous passing, the bacillus will be released. Virus runs through house and home, summoning pus and pain. Thousands gone while millions come to meet this end again and again. Rolling, weeping, wild bovine eyes seeing what's not there. The pathogen came so sudden and no one was prepared. O father who art in heaven, shallow is thy claim. If this be your will done, then you and the plague are one and the same. Swollen, bloated. Organs twisting. Innards brewing. Guts are bursting. Intumescent. Stomach opens. Contents pour out. Stomach acid dribbles down and burns away what skin is left on rotting legs and crumbling broken bones. Curling fingers of death embracing a continent. Coldly probing and searching, eyeless and blind. Determined and eager to find new lives to suck dry. And leave their bodies to shrivel and fester in the sun. Or lie bloated in the water, as distended monuments to a dying race. Soon no remnants will be left, another species will move to take its place.

A rag, a cloth. This shroud of hope. Of faith, belief. Baseless, weak. Stained with blood. Stained with hollow, Words of nothing. Prayers to nothing. A blessed rag. A brace for your conviction. A vain hope, a myth, a fiction. A lie for you to lean upon. Wrapped in throes of disbelief. Face of Christ will not appear. Certainty of null, Rests upon this cornerstone of naught. This sacred assurance yields nothing. It is a barren void. Nothing. Testing your endurance, trialling what your faith can take. Craving the promise of eternal life. No reward for those who persevere. No new life will be discovered here. No dreams after the unfulfilling end. Eyes sown shut, discarded pleas. Searching for help, you find no peace. Aspiration brings derogation. A rag, a cloth. This shroud of hope. Of faith, belief. Baseless, weak. Stained with blood. Stained with hollow, Words of nothing. Prayers to nothing.

You see a wretched sight. Disfigured beyond comprehension. A confoundment of flesh. A pulsating work of art. Chains rattling. Heaving through three stitched-up lungs. A laborious death. Twitching and writhing in puddles of slime. Embrace me. Allow me. To detain you, to fill you, defile you. Creation is a myth here. Paving the way to the shredding of skin. Your stomach turns as murder steams ahead, The smell of fresh cut corpses. Intestines pulled out and draped on the trees. Open wounds fester and fill with disease. Embrace me. Allow me. To detain you, to fill you, defile you. As it comes alive. In your hands. Shredding its seams. Forcing itself inside. The sound of death metal. Fuck.

Confessor, he wants. Sink to your knees. Come, give thee to him. Genuflect. Submit. They slither, they dribble, down your neck. Seeping slowly through your skin. Insidious whisperings from cunning lips. Slither over a forked tongue Sifting through bent teeth. Lecherous fingers running through your hair. Lascivious eyes fixed upon yours. Sordid and divine. You are the subject of his righteous errand. Submit. Sordid and divine. The pernicious utterances of a licentious agent of God. Submit. Sordid. Submit. Divine. Submit.