Did God whisper in your ear and pin a death note on your heart?

Pious eyes painted with piety and blood

Trade Stockholm syndrome confessions in a weekly support group for the dead

Tell yourself "It's enough to bleed if it doesn't leave a scar."

A tattoo cried out!

A cringing halt!

Connect people with mass graves

Draped over saddles the dead return

Parts of yourself die

Vampire slaked by the blood of the kufr

Sprung monster closet the Dar al-Harb

The long knives of the prophet held close at my throat

I jam the knife in through myself to get to you