*Spoken Word. Find your own rhythm here.*

Beauty of the world, Bleed me a river,
As a shivering rape victim sits uncovered,
Ravaged in unbridled hate like a blue wave crush
That can't stem the tide of that childs mother.
Fostered in breeding grounds of deceit and lies,
Flushed in anger and soaked in envy,
Incensed at the sight of such fire burning away the fabric
Hand-woven of her linen clothes, tattered and torn.

Beauty of the world, Bleed me a river,
With fever in tow, with no sliver of hope
Remaining in this decadence, decimating every
Last bit of moral fiber, ripping to shreds the silver lining
Of what decency remains during this painstaking reprisal,
Appraising her life now broken and worthless
The face of it beaten, bloodied and sore.

Beauty of the world, Bleed me a river
Of piss and sweat, as this shallow soul delivers
The very worst God has to offer.
Barely breathing,
Hacking, spitting,
Choking beneath the crawlspace of life struggling to hold on,
Tears unleashed through the cracked floors while
The screams are muffled by the sounds of violent thrusting
And skin scraping
And hope failing
And all that is good lost, forevermore.

There is no one to save her
We are already dead
It's a wonder we made it so far
On one winded breath.