Pandemonium

I see many people
With scars on their faces
Undoing a riddle
On the graves.

They are inside-out
From top to bottom
Painted in blood
Somewhere near Bodom

The meat is so fresh
I can smell the blood
On the knife that’s in the flesh.

I can see an eye
It is probably yours..
Cuz’ it ain’t mine.

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