I AM THE SLAUGHTER
I AM THE SLAUGHTER
I’LL SERVE YOU COLD
AN ORPHAN OF MY BODY
YOUR DEEPEST END
THE THEFT THAT SHE SUFFERED UPON YOUR BED
A SEED SOWN IN WANTING
HER FRUIT YOUR LAST
A TRIAL BY FIRE — I’LL LIGHT THE MATCH
ALL HELL HATH NO FURY
I AM THE SLAUGHTER
I’LL SERVE YOU COLD
FEAST OF THE EPIPHANY
CLEAR THE FLOOR AND GATHER SOAPS AND LEAD
THE FLOWER PRUNED AND ROBBED OF ITS OWN SCENT
MAKING ROOM FOR THOSE WORTH KEEPING:
THEY’LL RATION OUT THE BREAD JUST FOR MY FRIENDS
THE THREAD FRAYS
A RIPENING — THE WAR THAT WANTS FOR THEM
LED THEM TO THE DARK FROM WHICH THEY CAME
MAKING ROOM FOR THOSE WORTH KEEPING:
THEY’LL RATION OUT THE BREAD JUST FOR MY FRIENDS
THE THREAD FRAYS
THE CLOTH THEY’RE CUTTING FOR THE QUILT OF PRIDE ALL MEN ARE HIDING UNDER
A FOREIGN HEART INSIDE THEM BEATING
THE FLESH THAT AUTHORED THEM: A RECKONING
UNWORTHY SON
REDLINE MY NAME, UNWORTHY SON
CAST TO YOUR GATE: I’LL BURN IT DOWN
FED AND FORSAKEN FOR ALL MEN’S SORROWS
LAY OUT MY BURDEN SIX FEET TOO SHALLOW
YOUR HOUR WILL COME, UNWORTHY SON
CAST TO YOUR GATE: I’LL BURN IT DOWN
FED AND FORSAKEN FOR ALL MEN’S SORROWS
LAY OUT MY BURDEN SIX FEET TOO SHALLOW