a prayer.

Pagan gods,
answer a prayer,
reply,
reply.

-Dance with a knife,
a sharp knife,
one simple mistake,
and it will cut tru all flesh,
member by member,
it will viciously slash,
once the knife is done,
the blood will gush out of you,
and become a rain,
hopelessness,
hatred,
dellusions,
but more than anything,
lonelines, it delivers to all equally,
it never stops,
the red rain,
it is but the river of life,
and the rain of death.

All are caught by it equally.
What comes afterwards is very simple,
find your limbs, and go on.
Keep on dancing,
tru the cold path.
never to stop,
if you were to stop,
it would be definitive.
Untill you find yourself dancing with a knife again,
keep on.


Do not let the dead bodies scare you kid,
do not be scared by the scars the knives leave on you,
follow your way,
untill your skin is as the knife,
untill
the knife your dancing with can't cut you.
And if time is enough, untill the knife and you dance perfectly.

The knife is a need.
The knife is life.
The knife is what humans call "love".

If the knife never stops cutting you,
It's because you don't want to stop bleeding,
It's because you've left yourself be,
and have become stucked.
Either way,
its your fault.
Whether,
you are the dead,
we are the dead,
Its your call.
Toss a coin and find it out.-

Whisper to me,
whisper the reply,
sweet god of insanity,
you who have seen it all,
tell me what's next.
You who rule the unconscious.
Merciless judge,
provider of the Persona.
provider of the Shadow.
I ask thy, who's next?
Satisfy my hunger,
please tell me,
what's all about.
Bearer of the Butterfly mask,
give me the power to help.
provide me with the suitable mask.
Bearer of the Thousand masks,
provide me with a shadow.
have mercy,
stop the torturing,
stop the
Ticking clock...