Made Flesh Again-Medeia

Sew back the upholstery The heart's been removed Compelled to contempt The sentence renewed Reflection of a sickle Glows in her eyes As the urge grows Like a swelling too lustful to hide Her grief-laced ears Hear the sermon of lies Devouring the soul As the blade dives Confront the one you are Made flesh again The utterly nothing role of a whore Makes her perfectly suitable Like cholera she'll walk in our midst Fortune has made her our macabre bliss A body preserved in chloroform Trapped inside the gates of hell Her bodytravels in human form Dismembered in a vague shell Confront the one you are Made flesh again Again and again and again Like cholera she'll walk in our midst Fortune has made her our macabre bliss