In Honor To Hate Paroles

Now it's not enough to remember clearly
My accomplishments to sex and violence:

The stealing of lives
The ruining of fates
The creation of wounds to never be healed
The infection of blood to later be spilled

My vulgar creativity draws to a close
My vicious need of red liquid gold
Does not allow myself to go
Finally my moral dictates my will:

Venereal diseased blood, heroine, feces and urine
To become the sacred formula
By a needle through my veins

To become the best apology for my weakness
To become the last offering
In honor to hate...