Pray

He who forges images, he who bewitches
the malevolent aspect, the evil eye,
the malevolent lip, the finest sorcery,
Spirit of the heaven, conjure it! Spirit of the earth,
conjure it!

I have a new prayer.
Dance, motherfucker, dance.
I'll shoot them all in the fucking head.
And I won't shut the eyes of the dead.
Will that get your attention?
Smashing down the chain-links and comin' on up
like a fucking tide.
You just couldn't let it slide.
And now you're rising up for vengeance.

The devil has entered.
You'll write runes in the blood of all the men who have wronged you.
(Or the cheap lipstick to your left).
Drive him out and steal his power.

I have a new fucking prayer.
Pray, motherfucker.