I had him in daggers right through the chest of life, the heart.

Strangled her with chains of death, depriving them life.

To live, to suffer, to die. Imagine the salted wound, excruciating pain .

That moment where the flesh meets the sharper ends of the dagger, it all seemed perfected...

Not for long though until Blood knocked at the door,  welcomed himself uninvited, the perfect intruder.

The interruption of such a perfected initiation and cult , we were in flowy black.

The interruption of such crimes of  importance, giving life to the dead...They saw the light 

When we were in flowy black, we were digging a deeper shallow hole

 The sequence the multiple dose of trouble In doubles; my partner in crime,

When we were in flowy black they called us E Bony and Clive.

Stab my back I stab yours, rub my back I will rub yours the motto.

One would turn into a corpse, death what are you trying to prove?.

When we were in flowy black, hacking the secret code to death, wanted to give him a one way ticket to to hell .

Fooled; I dag my own grave alive!

Who knew the doors of death shut down, now I must live with this pain.

This is price I have to pay.

There is more, my generation is cursed .