Soldier, I've given you orders,. you've got to be ready to fight. Freedom is what we're defending,. because it's our God given right. Living a life without violence,.
With brutal hatred, I take control. The sound of devastation raw. Don't interrupt me, don't irritate me. Or I will break your fucking jaw. I'm too impatient, I'm volatile.
The feel of blade in my hand. Violence! Violence!. the power to kill many men. picking my victims and taking revenge. the voices are inside my head. slicing your jugular, skaling your strength.
You cannot let go of your dreams. Don't believe that you'll never succeed. We have our respective needs. Follow them up it's easier than it seems. . Don't let anyone pull you down.
Rapture!. Death lord... Iak Sakkath!. Embrace me, as you command your black winged horde.. Bow down before the master!. Raise your horn in blasphemy. i am demonized.
Skyggen av naturen som jeg er. er den jeg alltid vil vre. Den gamle sjel av mitt faderland. er den sanne og eneste kjrlighet. Stormer fra fortiden....
You see me as someone who cares about. all the things in life that are so great. I know, you don't, if it's getting too late.. Now you say I'm too cussed but I know you..
Deep down at the bottom of the sea. under coral and sand hidden is Atlantis. The earth fetched back this heavy golden land. It happens always, all the time.
distorted spine. swollen face. when you walk. you're a big disgrace. . repulsive man. are you evil?. the people kill you. and they think it's right. .
[by Wank]. . The whole body, full of pumps. Bubbles are seeping, pus is dripping. Pouring acid, sulphuric acid. Embalmed body, no escape. Skin is falling, pain is stabbing.
the whole body, full of pumps. bubbles are seeping, pus is dripping. pouring acid, sulfuric acid. embalmed body, no escape. . skin is falling, pain is stabbing.
Using universal time theories to ratify their religion.. These elite toil, to advance comprehension - Of space and time.. Although; out for the benefit of 'outsiders'..
Inhale the atmosphere entirely. Take it deep. Condensed synthetic words we speak. Another thief from necessity. The end will justify the means in their eyes. Claiming a life that finds beauty in peril. Force fed ideals designed to wage wars. The blood of the slaves turns putrid ground sterile. The end will justify the means in their eyes. Elitist and dormant eyes. A rope knit from tears in its solid state bore the mistress around her neck. We all salivate instinctively, the air reeks of starvation. Every breath a struggle we're slaying for crumbs. We won't let you out of focus as locusts, they block out the sun. A plague migrating southbound parallel to the scum..
I suffocate under the doctrine obliterating ecstasy. Striving for a reason that has yet to be found. Your intellect will get you nowhere when your foaming at the mouth. We've been cursed upon with arrogance and greed. Spit to my face you know better that I deserve worse. I abandoned my loved ones a long time ago. There are rips, there are cracks in the fabric of space and time. You scream into a void of immeasurable depth. At the core echoes of neglected dreams. Ones that willingly were taken away. Ages wither the mind but keep intentions clear. Clear for anyone, for anything. Disperse the masses a breach has taken place. Collect the carcasses and strip them. Kill for necessity, just dont let them see your face.. you'll go down as one of them..
Tangled in the webs that she weaves. Dangling in disbelief, trapped I cant breathe. Shes the one that left me, stranded feelin empty. Now Im all alone reading the letters that she sent me.
Everything. . Everything will always be the same for me and. everything will turn out fine. and everything will bring me down. and this life could be mine and yours too and everything.
Dear Erica,. I would cherish you more than life itself. Wait, no you wouldn't. Don't listen to him he only cares about himself. See I would be there through thick and thin.
Do you remember, floating melodies. Shattered walls... Proud and sane are the ones who face.... . Eyes of the maker, call on me. Hands of the faker, handling me.
Paper cuts her throat. And marks her with a scar. Walls are coming down. Feathers torn apart. Beyond the square one. Where the other side awaits. Worm-like streets.