I crest your body, your pale cold skin
So beautyful, so silent, but still not free from sin.
From your head gush of blood
Mutilated face, like an image of god
I hate you, discusting whore
Your sinful behaviour I can't stand
Lying there with your legs wide apart
With your awful eyes and a removed heart
For what I've done, I feel no guilt
I don't need you, no one needs filth