Stigmata

You Better Pray That You`re Not Next Continuous Punctures By The Forces Of The Lord , Tortured To The Life-Of-A-Stigmate / Filled-With-Hatred By The Blessin` Of This Intense Suffering So Why-Is-It-So-Sacred / Can I-Make-It ? Each Day I Must Endure These Horrendous Wounds Served-By- Holyness / My Life Is Hurt-And-Souly-Missed , My Visions Are True , God Would Punish Me And Lucifer-Told-Me-This / My Hands And Feet Are Nailed With Incisions , Tear Drops Form And Start-Drippin`-Blood / It Is The Agony Of …

…Is Constant Through The Entire Course Of Stigmatism As My Cuts Are Seen. Always My Skull's Continually Pounded But I See It From My Exterior, Hanging Over My Soul, Satan Put My Distrust Into God and I Believe This Is The Right Path, He Prevented My Goals. The Lord's Diabolical Suggestions, The Creator Of Life ? Never Has He Intervined To It All, Spontaneous Lacerations Appear And Always Simultaneous, Scars Are Then Seen To Be Told.