Baphomet Made with Body Parts

Devil, god
Are the same within darkness, raping god
Constructing art from limbs of serial killers
A masterpiece of necromantic creativity
To form a zombie with inherited traits of murder and cannibalism, a devil
God, collecting specimen of disgrace and atrocity, vile and unforgiving
My art has a vision, canvas of demented morality
Searching graves and everywhere for the piece of my creation, collecting parts for assembly to my man made sickness
Mass murder is my plan for I must feed my undead human
It must consume the prayers and faith of those it hunts, and return a unholiness to the world in which it exists
My creation begins to open its eyes, and searches for the enemies, the awakening putrid form forever to rot from the core, a being of merciless arrangement as I create my Baphomet
Returning souls to their god
Performing at my command, it begins to stalk like the devil and god
Can a creature of death ever be blessed by god
Constructing art from limbs of serial killers
A masterpiece of necromantic creativity
To form a zombie with inherited traits of murder and cannibalism
As I release my servant into the night, it has an appetite for blood and suffering
It does the deeds of the devil
Searching graves and everywhere for the piece of my creation, collecting parts for assembly to my man made sickness
Mass murder is my plan for I must feed my undead human
It must consume the prayers and faith of those it hunts, and return a unholiness to the world in which it exists
Preying on humans as it stalks the night, so relentless is my specimen from the body parts a macabre deliverance, now walks the earth
Feasting on the chunks of meat forever to lust for life not to exist, visions of the devil, telling to kill god