S.A.C.R.I.F.I.C.E

Something you all need to know.

When you're full of disgusting lard,
and your guilt buckles under your fat, tree trunk theighs
and you replaced will power with calories,
you march yourself over to me,
embrace my thrown
and pray to your Porcalian God.

Stick those sausage fingers of your
all the way down to your asophagus and
Give me your treason.

let your innocence commit sucide for me.
Slice your throat and let those indulgent calories poor out.
It's only alittle blood, You'll survive.
I want you to cry into me.
Give me your tears.
Give me your childhood.
Everything from your past..I'll take that too.
You must sacrifice everything for your sin.
You're a catastrophy.
You tratior.
No power.
No strength.
all you are is a fat soul.
I'll take that too, by the way.
I'm like the devil, but twice as powerful.
More addicting than Cocaine.
More needy than a puppy.
I'm everything.
I am everything you want to be, but because you have no will power you can never be me.
I am the Procelain God.
So bend to your knees and WORSHIP ME.