Feeding. Cranial juices. Toxins for human greed. For pleasure. . Where life turns. Into a morbid reality. . Infant site helplessly in the crib. Not sleeping for a week and spun.
People inside waiting. The bomb set into place. At the public building. . Detonated. Floors dropping. The unseen buried below. Multiple carnage. The cracking and splitting of skin and bone.
Pulled from our homes. We've committed no crimes. We don't know why. Stolen and incarcerated. The red army marches us out like pigs. . Onto trains like creatures.
Lecturing with human archives. Containing copious accounts of sorrow. Lashing out to gratify. The petulance within. . Grisly exhibition of prey. Refined to a science.
Icelandic dominion. Reigning during a casually brutal age. Exalting bloodlust. We pillage with near impunity. Free from all moral qualms. We celebrate ferocity.
Hunting the trails. Through a twisted mass. Dosed to kill. Rotting soldiers you now pass. Killing another. Human only to save your ass. Pushing forward now.
Behold a white horse. And he who set upon him. Was called faithful and true. And in righteousness he doth judge and make war. His eyes were as a flame of fire.
unmistakable is the truth, there will always be an end. everything should be buried deep, deep within the earth. . who can win the game faster?. who the hell knows the truth?.
follow the rest of the sheep, into the meadow of death. believe to believe, makes you feel better, constantly worried about. everything. . ill die laughing, i know the truth.
burning down from the sky, something unknown to man. all the souls that have died, a plague spreads across the land. . enter the atmosphere, what do youre senses hear.
sleep is better when youre dead,. willow trees wrapping around youre neck. too long have they allowed. life is better when youre dead. . the world asleep is a world untamed.
far, far away trapped from the light, deep in the caves of time. you start to understand, why you are here. . what you were, what you saw, what you knew, what you ruled.
a trail in a forest that has no end, a place i can take you if you wish. many things could you see; many things could you hear. many questions could be answered, without a question asked.
and the chambers led down to the tomb. i followed the walls with crimson hands. adrenaline flowing fueled the fear. visibility zero, heightened my ear.
no voices heard, no cries of pain; all has gone silent upon reality. the faces of men never met; games of power will always flare. dying cries of pain can now be heard; boots kick up blood and dirt.
a life diminishing of what once was, things used to be different. it was a longer life, it was a darker time. . drowning, in the lake of pain. carried out, to the sea of flame.
a spirit hides a long a creek, its voice heard in the wind. chills it sends through the pines, much does it take for them to chill. . flood of despair, brook of despair.
buried underground, absorbed through. the soil fertile, the birthing below. . tombs in hell, tombs in hell, tombs in hell. . born into hell something once was.
i hear crawling in the other room, what i see shouldnt exist. in an ancient town burns ash, ash of thousands dead. insanity doesnt exist here, nightmares are constant reality.
Danny, I can't breathe,. Every thought in my head is you,. I can't eat,. simply I can't be... . Forgetting you is harder than it seems... . You and I were meant to be,.