Killed by thy religion,
by knives of thy crucifix.
Bleeding on pages of holy bible,
while laughter echos in my head.

Murdered by cruel discipline,
that threw it's disciple deep into the earth
with disdain and descrimination.
Father has killed his son.

And as I fall into the discordant harmony
of fear and serenity, of darkness and light,
I remember
how the beauty of my murderer blinded my eyes.

Feeling the wormth of my blood,
and the cold that carves my skin and disfigures me,
I am taking my last breath

And the laughter still echoes in my head.