Tattered and TorN

 Ripped by the knife you feel it penetrate you...  Deep in your flesh it consumes your being twists your mind and confuses what were seeing . Blood runs black at night you see  it drip as we screamed in fright.Burst to tears cold in your room with only comfort from fears .Betrayed by the heart it was dead from the start cradle your love in the nest of the virgin for it will not wither within this converson praise hail to the mighty one fallen from grace a forgotten son blessed by not the cross but by hate and disgrace malice is the word for this fallen angel for fear the blade that falls with steep angle down on the light that blinds so many for what their god haha what pity...