Swines Graced Gods - Handful of Hate

Here to crawl, from the stinking soil

Where once I prayed your fault to the

August purple altar where I collected blame and wrath

Here guilt spreads it’s needs into anguished forms

Of proud serenity protecting womb

Poisoned by despise, caducity vaults drown into contradiction

Bliss whipped to death, cold, ambition

Sacrilegious gift into this temple

Where bosomy pigs drift in sanctity

Swines graced gods, gods whisper insults

Where’s thy veil of purtiy?

Where’s thy faithful joy?

This is the hole, this is the void where everything

Wheezing is going to rot, where everything is going to rot

Swines graced gods

Sacrilegious gift into this temple where

Bosomy pigs drift in sanctity

Urinal cries liquor the scars here purity meets slur weeping eyes

Nails scratching teeth ravaging he temple

Here probity melts in blots

Caducity vaults drown into contradiction

Bliss whipped to death, cold, ambition