I Listen to Lingua Ignota Shrieking and Cross The Street (I Am Being Followed)

I have an affinity for women screaming on musical tracks

Where does this come from?

From my mother’s mother?

From the rot placed in her womb?

Woe to the man

Who rises up

May he be cut down swift

And from my mother’s mother

I will use this inherited anger to tear,

His guts out

With my teeth