Disgust for Your Kind

I want to listen as you suffer, witness your lips beg for death
My desire is to revel in this torment, let your misfortune quench my thirst

Restrained as I spit in your face, it disgusts me more than your insides
I'm pleased to see you in pain
You'll find it hard to speak with a broken jaw
Whose name did you scream?

Scream as you are battered repeatedly, tortured beyond capability
Plea to a God whom exists at your own convenience
(He won't) He won't respond
No one shall heed your call

You are subjected to my morbid imagery
I envision every incision made
Your open wounds shall remind you of me
Whose name did you scream?

Beckon to me, you are defeated
The irony is you've provoked these events
You've provoked these events
Beg for death