Drilling pins into heads, securing them tight
Ignoring their desperate efforts to fight
Screws and nozzles, pushed into the brain
To measure the toxins and how long they stay sane.

Please tell me, I ask you, I beg and I plead
How taking their voices helps them to succeed?
It makes them feel better, to hear no reply
As they cut into flesh, still alive on the sly.

I'm ashamed of my race, so mighty and strong
To fund and allow something so horribly wrong
They can be glad I'm not God, so patient and kind
Watching his image, so corrupt in the mind.

His revenge will be great, I live for that day
When He tosses their souls, all that suffering to pay
Their terror will be, not for one, but them all
They will know why they burn, as into the abyss they fall.

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