Slithering

With bleeding scars I walk on through the fields of thorns in defiance of pain and suffering My body is weak and ravaged but My will is stronger than hate Onward I march with blood in my eyes clawing with mangled limbs against stinging fangs For I want all to feel this pain I want everyone to bleed and weep I will cast aside my torn flesh I shall finally shed my skin and slither on through Kill for Him!