Enthusiastic Eugenicist - Most Precious Blood

Weed me out.

If judgement itself could speak, it would beg

If wishes were horses, beggars would ride

I am an enemy factory — making them prodigiously

Poisoning whatever touches me by dozens, by hundreds, to infinity

Weed me out.

I’m a self-abusive black hole from which no sympathy escapes

There’s a riot in my skull where sheer will is all it takes

To create the darkest place in the world and disappear in it

I am an enemy factory — making them prodigiously

Poisoning whatever touches me by dozens, by hundreds, to infinity