| Venting the Voice who's vengence is Omnipotent. Some say, its un-important, I say watch your back, you're asking for trouble. That mind could pop like a tiny little bubble. Then you're a brain washed slave, brain dead results, locked inside a grave so you'll behave. Close your mouth now step forward, and I'll rewind the memory, show you I was always your enemy. Retaliating over the world, spreading the Pain like a disease, shedding skin, as they plead, I feed, they Bleed, I need, more, more screams, more Loatheing. The only soothing thing left is a rapeing sodomy. You look at the wall from your chained chair and gaze upon the portrait of a woman with a wicked nature about her. Who is she you ask? Just another victim, much like you. Once upon a time I raped, cut, bled, and fucked her until she became the undead. Numb, filling your body with blood, something in everyones way, her seductive stare pierced the hearts of men and women alike I used her talent for my own Anonimity, I used her, as I lovingly abused her, she became, every fools shame. The lure for the cure of our aching, the stepping stone to our dynasty, the duet of destruction, death, fornication, obliteration, devistation, complication, sodomy, sin, shameless pain, and pleasure. |
