I am your shrine I am your womb
You rest inside of me my flesh shall be your tomb
Your words decay to foulest rain
A shroud of mildewed lies enwrapping your remains

Your body draped next to mine
Exposed to all unless they've chosen to be blind
You caused my sweat to drop as blood
Soling this meager ground of desecrated mud

Your mind depraved
You've crucified yourself upon my barren grave
My fingers tenderly caress your face
I shall preserve my hatred until the end of days
I've conceived you I've destroyed you
You were stillborn inside of me