Locust Valley

Sic the dogs on all the rats
Twist them inside filthy cracks
Change their minds with bloody boots
Inject your poison in their foods

She always smells just like a storm
Like a snake thats just been born
Waiting for the eggs to warm
In a hole thats just been torn

Jesus knows you're coming home
He also knows your tumor's grown
Outside of light you pray for night
But jesus knows you'll lose the fight

evil waits for evil men
send your skill to capture them
Pray they come out sick with fear
So if they move we all will hear

I see everything you try to hide
I see the crawlings in your eye
I smell abortion on your sin
God will always want your skin

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