Gather around and take your blades, sever your
Flesh from your veins and pour all blood into
The holy bath, acquire the addiction of feeling the
Blood flow down your arms, as the light vanishes to dusk
Drink from the veins of the deceased, cover the walls
Of this church with the skin of a thousand innocent
Corpses, light the torches and burn the swords,
Dig deeper and listen to the dissonant melody of angels
Now draw the pentagram in your blood and focus your hate,
The dark light shines down as the hate manifests
Into a living, breathing creature, baptize this newborn
Abomination in the blood, and Wretched was finally born
Bind the soul to human flesh, these acts not made
By my hand, this was the very beginning of my eternal
Journey, I afterward created the world I will arrive to
After death, everlasting hatred will be my guide
Michael Robertson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/baptized-in-the-blood-of-dissipated-self-mutilation-addicts/
