Liar, can you taste the stench. Liar, can't you hear their screams. Liar, can you taste the stench. Liar, can't you hear their screams. . And you tell me you're not the one.
Oh, standing on our own. We've witnessed a change. In the way we live our lives. And we abandoned everything. . Everything. . You only see what your heart will let you.
It's a new day. Time again to put the tie around your neck. Tie the slipknot, slip into your body bag. Get ready for your daily identity suicide. Sit down, enjoy the genocide.
The letters you have sent me, Have only just arrived. And now I am reminded of when you were alive. This weight in my chest falls once more,. With the parcel that fate had placed at my door,.
I've heard the silence of the angels. I've seen betrayed my faith in men. And their conditions of salvation. In which so blindly they defend. Touch the light that crawls from the page.
"Lord, my God, grant me the power to bring your will. . Lucifer, give me this hour to feed, to kill.". . "In your name; I bestow your pain. . By your face; I destroy his grace.
This is the final warning. Before the final wave of persecution. And the coming inquisition .... Somewhere between life and death,. The black prince is manifest ....
My name, my face, my eyes, my rage. My flesh, my blood, my father, my God, my horror. My mouth, my words, my image, my world. My throne, my reign, my empire, my pain, my terror.
A thousand bloody hand prints stain the walls of liberty,. A stranger hides in dreams denied, awaiting his release.. I've seen this picture before.. I never though that we would end up here,.
"We have made a convenant with death. . In blood we stand. . The wound we cannot mend.". . Weeping in this silent mutilation; it is slain. . Speaking this unholy revelation; it proclaims....
Love leaves the soul. Blood feeds the man who stands. Alone in the grasp of the hands. That fornicate the land. That emulate the past. To infiltrate a man to tear his brother's flesh.
I saw a lamb standing. As thought it had been slain;. Seven horns and seven eyes remain.. The Son of Man, the first born of the dead;. Knowledge will pass through him.
At the zenith of ambition unobstructed. Lays a curse upon mankind. De-populate through massive agenda. In accordance with the guide. . Architecture of fear intertwines.
You speak more than you think. And think less than anyone believes. Inert futility. This numbing paradox that screams. Where is sympathy. You spat in the face of opportunity.
Reality must sleep, for a while.. As I travel beyond our language.. Our personalities are manifestation of spirit.. The stream of eternal life carry us on to the end..
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