Killed And Served By The Devil

He takes his time when he stabs the boy to death He keeps slashing and slicing Even after his last breath Ill-fated gods are given praise Whilst stabbing the infant's torso,limbs and face Gaping wounds gushing blood and gore Covering the pentacle on the floor No way to die at that age Slaughtered before his sister's eyes Staring from the cage Relieved,for the witch's voice Now whispers and laughs The killer leaves the room But comes back with an axe He chops up the corpses Tosses his body parts into plastic bags Drags them to the garden outside To be buried in an unmarked grave on this night The poor girl who has lost her mother Is now forced to bury What's left of her dismembered brother A macabre funeral in a sepulchral garden Buried next to the other In the backyard of Death himself Exchanging the shovel for a bucket and a rag She has never seen Suck a terrible bloodbath before Bone fragments and viscous clots of human gruel She's forced to clean The lugubrious mess off the floor Asking the murder what will happen with her life He answers: "You will serve me as my slave Until your inevitable sacrifice For the witch's wish and will is my command to kill" It's dinnertime in the residence of this psychopath; A fine meal of beans,bread,meat,and some wine Fortunately no empty stomach for the rest of the day Then the killer has something special to say "I saved your brother's most valuable part Before the burial I cut out his precious little heart Swallowing the souls of the victims... Their hearts are what i eat Your brother's soul has now been devoured So tell me... did you like the meat?"