Flesh Altar

Their angel like purity
Call forth the long buried lust
No strength left to resist
Their yet undefiled beauty

Under the cloak of darkness and authority
Crimes are committed against innocence
Taking place everywhere
And at every hour

Self committed amputation
Of the most precious piece of flesh
A short lasting relief
For there are other tools to be used

Broken bottles to cut through with
Knives and scissors for penetration
Clubs and fists to force within
Myriad are the ways of sacrifice

The garments you wear
Or the flags you walked under
Won't do you any good
When the devils move your limits