That hand only had claws
will bleed your own down.
when none but you is left,
caressing pubes,
running over your gut,
nothing you shall have but a trifling old hair
That hand holds the world,
the toy will play you down
only Time will unfold
with its empty cries
and frequent vomits,
HELL awaits in the bosom of a devil's child.
That hand fears no God
but the belief will conspire
for its sweet revenge,
desire of a painful death
oozing out its skin.
consumed with fear
will you wither away
Oh! Hand.
lets find another
for when you wither away
its tender touch
will close your eyes
and let you wither away,
and your ashes will bloom
a rose with a thorn.
