Profane Martyr - Cliteater

Suppurated boils cover your face

Gushing down your chin, superabundant

Pus

Epileptic scraggly limbs leave a weightless impression

Nailed to a wooden cross

Like thumbtacks to a wall

I made you a martyr

Like hundreds before

Picking you off the hazy streets

The missing of a crackhead junkie

Crown of thorns placed on your head now

Piercing through your empty skull

Snorting up the stench of blood

Profane creation, added to my quantum

I made you a martyr

Like hundreds before

I crack head vigilante

Exalted above all law