I am your shrine 
I am your womb 
You rest inside my me 
My flesh shall be your tomb 

Your words decayed 
The foulest rain 
shroud of mildewed lies enwrapping your remains 
Your body draped 
Next to mine 
Exposed to all unless they've chosen to be blind 

You cause my sweat 
To drop as blood 
Soiling this meager ground of desecrated mud 
Your mind depraved 
You've [bad word] yourself upon my barren grave 

My fingers tenderly 
Caress your face 
I shall preserve my hatred until the end of days 

I've concieved you 
I've destroyed you 
You were still born 
Inside of me